The photo project is not very original: a photo a day for the entire year. Not of me, because that, in my humble opinion, would get boring pretty quick. I will be photographing something or someone in my life each day--could be anything, whatever appeals to me at the moment. The photo above, left, was taken January 1. I think it's appropriate: while cleaning out my desk, I found a blank poetry journal, which I intend to put to use. The photo on the right was taken January 2. That's one of my dogs: Tony. And for today, January 3, I took this:
It's the picnic table that overlooks our pond. I spend a lot of time sitting there, watching and thinking. In warmer weather, it's a great place to write.
The second project is to write a short poem, I guess you'd call it a micro -poem, every day, also for the entire year. I'm thinking of calling these my Back Porch Poems. I like to sit on the back porch and watch what goes on outside the windows: the neighbor's dogs, the various birds that nest around our yard, my gardens. The yard teems with action, and there should be plenty of triggers for a short poem, which may ultimately expand into a longer one or maybe a short story. Sometimes the poems may overlap with the photo of the day, but that isn't necessary for either project. At the end of the year, I might combine the two. We'll see. So here are the mini-poems for the first three days of January:
January 1: Framed in glass, my daughters chase their dad
on a sandy beach, their smiles wide as the sea
behind them. Stark contrast
to this bitter, blustery day.
January 2: First snow of the year.
The stray cat's food sugared
with glittery flakes.
Not a pawprint in sight.
January 3: Moonset in Clay Village. 5 a.m.
The church steeple pink and somber against a navy dawn.
White light bobbing past--a lone farmer up early to feed his cows.
Meanwhile, I am still painting, working on a portrait commission (humans, this time, not pets) and creating new jewelry, as I managed to sell nearly everything I'd made before Christmas. Yay! Will post progress photos soon.
So there you have it. Three photos. Three mini-poems. 362 more to go. Oh wait, isn't this Leap Year???