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Wow, fifty days and fifty pictures.  I'll admit it.  I've had to force myself to do this some days and other days it's felt like a chore but overall I really look forward to creating my daily image.

I'm too damn stubborn to give up, which was part of the reason I knew I could do this project
[listen to me talking like I don't have 315 days to go]

I got home from work, immediately grabbed my camera and went back out the door, even though I had a migraine level headache.  Amazingly my headache was gone by the time I got back and I managed to  nab a few good shots.

I'll likely be going back to this frozen swamp tomorrow morning.

This is the frozen tundra in which I reside.

I saw this hawk as I went by on my way home and it was in the same place 20 minutes later, I parked and found a good vantage point, put the camera to my eye and...he flew away.
I was able to snap a few crappy shots as he moved down the telephone poles then he was gone.  These birds keep alluding me but I'll get them yet!

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Our daughter was doing some schoolwork up in our loft wedged in a little corner behind a couch and watching her brother playing wii down below.
Bingo, picture time!

Me: "Look through the railing again."
Daughter: "Why?"
Me: "Because it was cute and I'm taking pictures"
Daughter: "uuuughh..."
Me:  "Pleeease?"
Daughter: "UUUGHHH...okay.  But first, how do you spell cob, like with corn."
ME: "You know how to spell cob."
Daughter: "Is it a K or a C?"
Me: "What do you think?"
Daughter: "C?"
ME: "Yup, now just put your face like it was before"
Daughter: "Like this?"
Me: "No, like it was before"
Daughter: "This way?"
Me: "No, your arm wasn't in front of your face"
Daughter: "uuuugh..."
Me: "THERE! good don't move for just a sec"
Daughter: "This hurts my face"
Me: "You don't have to ram your head into the wood, just rest it there."
Daughter: "Are you done?"
Me: "Yes sweetie, could you just leave your hands there for a sec"
Daughter: "okay"

I was trying for nearly 20 minutes to get the dog to poke her head through the rungs and look at me.  I got a treat and set it just out of tongue reach on the ledge.  That worked.  This is her looking at me and wondering why I'm torturing her.

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This was just an experiment in creativity.  You be the judge if it worked or not.

With all the excitement about TTV, I thought I might try something along a similar vein, yet different.  I set my old Yashica SLR on my table facing my camera with a fruit/veggie bowl behind it and took the shot backwards "Through The Viewfinder" of the SLR.

I really need Spring...I'm quickly running out of ideas trapped inside this house.  I've got some fantastic ideas and  locations for some nocturnal photos with startrails and lightpainting but it's so damn cold and snowy and cloudy and cold...

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My wife has had these little wind chimes forever, not sure where she got them but I love them.  They're about 2 inches tall.  I've always obsessively loved miniature things.  Anything that is a tiny version of something normally big makes me tingle inside. 


My mom says it's because my pediatric nurse was a midget and I apparently adored her. 

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Today felt like the day after a bad trip.  Felt really weird all day.  
Must have been the nutrient rich VanDeKamp fish trapezoids I had for dinner last night. 
[No, my wife did not feed that to us.]


Anyway, I'll never understand how I can grow an onion by ignoring it on my kitchen counter but when tending to plants and having a vested interest in their survival, they die.

I found this onion in a bowl in our kitchen and took pictures of it.

Then I realized my wife is more appealing to look at.