Holding a Reflector to a New 365Project

Capture your life with a photo of the day.  Sounds simple, right? I did a 365Project from October 2010 – September 2011 and it was extremely rewarding, but it was challenging.  It takes discipline.  It takes initiative.  There were days I wasn’t motivated to find an image I wanted to capture.  But then I realized that beauty is all around us, and if we just stop and focus on our surroundings the smallest thing could be the most intriguing.  The bizarre can be beautiful.  The mundane can be magnificent.  It’s all about perspective.

I think I am ready to dive back in and start a new 365Project.  I know I can get inspiration from sites like Capture Your 365 in case I need ideas of what kind of snapshots to add to my year-long digital diary.

Here are just a few of my favorite images from my first project:

10.13.10 – WHOA NELLY!
I “don’t ride the white horse” but I’ll pull over, pet his nose and ask him to pose for me.

10.17.10 – M-I-C-K-E-Y…
For those of you who grew up in the DC area probably felt like me that Disneyland was in our backyard. I was convinced that was Mickey Mouse on top trumpeting his horn. Alas, it’s the Mormon Temple and today I pay tribute to its grandeur on this beautiful autumn day.

10.25.10 – YOU LOOKIN’ AT ME?
This adorable bulldog in Pacific Heights came out of a storefront window to greet me. It looks like he’s “blowing a raspberry” or giving me some “Bronx cheer.” I heart this little guy. Don’t think he’ll fit in my luggage when I leave for DC in the morning.

11.12.10 – LAKE PLACID
Yesterday I spent the afternoon at Great Falls. I not only got great photos from all of the natural beauty, but received a great sense of peace and tranquility. How could you not with eye candy like this?

11.18.10 – SIGNED, SEALED, DELIVERED…
Today’s sorting lead me through boxes of old letters from the late 1960s. At that time my mother and two brothers were with my father who was stationed in Germany. The correspondences between my family in the States and my parents was constant and elaborate.
In today’s world where people text with symbols and abbreviations – a world where using a limited amount of characters to communicate is the norm – a world where expression can be limited makes me appreciate the art of letter writing even more.

11.26.10 – A BAILEY’S BLACK FRIDAY
Cheers to a happy holiday season!

12.05.10 – DON’T FENCE ME IN

04.02.11 – LIQUID ART
I love how the rain created this pebble-stone effect and a carafe-like image on this outside cafe table.

07.05.11 – CARDBOARD CREATIVITY
When trash can turn into a quirky treasure.

The Rinse Cycle

There is something about the culture of a gym you either embrace or you don’t.  No matter how many signs are posted and the rundown of the rules and regulations are shared with members, at some point there will always be someone:

  • Talking loud on their cellphone on a piece of cardio equipment
  • Whaling and grunting like they are being water boarded
  • Dropping the free weights with passion
  • Who sweats all over the equipment and doesn’t wipe up after themselves

Yes, those things are annoying.  But the one thing that gets my sports bra in pinch is when the only available cardio machine is next to you and all of a sudden it is occupied by the person who must only own one workout ensemble and they never wash it.  Therefore, you are subjected to the stench from the bowels of this person’s inner being and all their poor dietary and hygiene habits are being released into the atmosphere.  It’s that smell that makes you want to shower once for you and then twice for them.  It’s that smell that kills your appetite and has you running for fresh air relief on the opposite end of the building.

Let’s just say, before I jumped off my elliptical I made sure to get a good look at the man who shook my senses silly.  I can’t let him cripple my workouts.  We all sweat – I get it.  But the only deep down nasty funk I want at the gym is the one pumping from my iPod.

Silence and Respect

This day is not about getting 30% off.  It’s not about filling your belly with the best bar-b-que.  Let’s remember why we have been granted this day off.  Let’s honor, praise, support, thank, hug and/or remember those men and women who have donned a military uniform.  Here are just a few personal images from my digital diary:

 

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In Route

In January 2007 I was a new resident in the City by the Bay.  The majestic steep rolling hills, eclectic architecture and the cool, crisp temperatures of San Francisco were a welcome treat after living in New York City for seven years.  After settling in, my first conference call with the New York office was done in my car.  I was on U.S. Route 1 heading north over the Golden Gate Bridge.  I admit this was the most gratifying office conference call I had ever been on.  That feeling of freedom and the power of the steel cables surrounding me while suspended above the San Francisco Bay brought me sheer exhilaration.

I am a fan of bridges.  When I lived in Brooklyn I loved walking over the Brooklyn Bridge and at this juncture in my life I had the pleasure of having access to both the Bay and Golden Gate Bridges in my backyard.   Today the Golden Gate Bridge celebrates its 75th anniversary.  Therefore, today I celebrate with snapshots that I took while we were neighbors.  Here’s looking at you kid!

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RIP Robin Gibb

A week ago I was encouraged by the news of the improved health of singer/songwriter Robin Gibb.  Then again, we all know cancer has it’s own agenda and Robin lost his battle yesterday.  There are many songs I could mention that highlight Robin’s voice but the one that always makes me smile is his cover of the Beatles “Oh, Darling!” from the 1978 movie Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.

Along with big brother Barry, Robin penned the words to dozens of songs, such as “How Can You Mend a Broken Heart?”  My heart is a little broken today and I have a feeling this question will continue to go unanswered.

On the Radio and In Our Hearts

Last week I took several days off from blogging because I just wasn’t in the mood to piece two sentences together.  A few days ago I was inspired to craft a blog after hearing the Bee Gees song “Stayin’ Alive” on the radio during my morning commute.  I wrote about my love of the Brothers Gibb and the impact their music had on me as a child of the 70s.  The very next day a music legend from the 70s passed away: Washington, DC’s favorite son Chuck Brown, the “Godfather of Go-Go” music.  Yesterday morning as I clicked the “Publish” button with my Chuck Brown tribute, the breaking news of the death of the Disco Diva Donna Summer was all over social media. Donna Summer had lost her private battle with cancer.  The news simply took my breath away.

It’s ironic to say that phrase because ultimately I am still breathing and I am speaking about those who no longer have the ability to do so.  For the second time in two days another instrumental musical artist was taken away from us.  When musical artist pass away we have their music, which keeps them alive forever.  That’s such a gift.

As a teenager I had the album On the Radio on heavy rotation.  With the loss of these two legends I know who will be on my playlist in heavy rotation over the next few days.  I will “turn up the old victrola, gonna dance the night away.”  May they both rest in peace and make heavenly music together.

Sho ‘Ya Right

This year we have already lost several music legends: Whitney Houston, Etta James, Adam Yauch and the two DCs: Don Cornelius and Dick Clark – both of whom had iconic TV shows that played the soundtrack of our lives and showed us all how to get down on the dance floor.  But yesterday all of us who grew up in the Washington, DC area received the news we didn’t want to hear – our beloved Chuck Brown was gone.

He was known as the “Godfather of Go-Go.”  He was a walking, talking, groovin’ landmark of Washington, DC.   Many of you reading this may have no clue what Go-Go music is  – it is a fusion of funk, jazz and soul that uses nonstop percussions and drums.  Go-Go music perfected the art of call and response with the crowd.  Chuck Brown said the style got its name because “the music just goes and goes.”  And thankful for all of us, his music will go on and on.

Chuck taught us how to Back It On Up,” reminded us We Need Some Money and told us it’s OK if you felt like Bustin’ Loose.”  Chuck exposed us to jazz tunes through sampling James Moody’s Mood for Love,” Duke Ellington’s It Don’t Mean a Thing and Harry Bellafonte’s calypso classic Day-O.”  He took Sly and the Family Stone’s Family Affair and gave it some extra funk with a Go-Go flair.  He put a twist on the Woody Woodpecker theme song, pleaded for Joe to Run, and begged us all to ask him to Wind Me Up, Chuck!  And even though he would tell us in his tongue in cheek way that Chuck Baby don’t give a (rhymes with truck)…we all know he did.  In a 2006 interview he said:

I’m not retired because I’m not tired. I’m still getting hired, and I’m still inspired.  As long as I can walk up on that stage, I want to make people happy. I want to make people dance.