• Home
  • Galleries
    • Artistic Endeavours
    • Objects and Abstracts
    • Travel
    • Favorites
    • People
    • Animals
    • Landscapes and Local Streets
    • Events
    • NASA
  • Clients
  • About
  • Contact
  2. Galleries
  3. Favorites

Word of the Day

I've seen, and been inspired by, many "photo a day" projects, so I thought I'd try one myself, with my own little grammarian spin: create a photo using a Word of the Day gadget on my Google homepage for guidance and inspiration. And what better day than January 27, my thirtieth birthday, to begin such an undertaking? (Okay, maybe new year's day, but I was too lazy to bother then.) This project is also to help keep me thinking and creating images the way DGrin's Last Photographer Standing contest has challenged me to do--a challenge I've found really enjoyable and creatively stimulating. Wish me luck (and perseverance) in this endeavor!
Read More
  • Photo Sharing
  • About SmugMug
  • Browse Photos
  • Prints & Gifts
  • Terms
  • Privacy
  • Contact
  • Owner Log In
© 2023 SmugMug, Inc.
    Jan. 28, 2008 (Day 2) Misprision: a wrongful act or omission The "omission" part of today's definition really speaks to how I bungled up a portion of my birthday yesterday. I'm not sure why, but I have the toughest time voicing what I want in my important relationships. I think, perhaps, I'm afraid there will be backlash, so I more often than not keep what I want to say to myself. Which nearly always ends up being detrimental for me, because it smolders somewhere inside until it burns through.There was a tiny flare-up yesterday. Why couldn't I have just said what I wanted instead of omitting it entirely from conversation? I talked all around the issue, using every combination of words save the simplest and most direct that were actually running through my mind. Bah.If only I could learn this tactic with my job, where I never can seem to keep my mouth shut at the right times, I'd...well, I'd probably be below the radar more than I already am. But I'd also be a heck of a lot less happy in my position. ...sort how I feel right now in my current relationship.
    Jan. 27, 2008 (Day 1) Indelible: incapable of being removed or erased Well, welcome to day one. When I first read this word, I thought of the quaint, popular, alliterative "indelible ink," but my one and only tattoo did not pop into my mind. Perhaps it's because I woke up to a new decade in my life today: 30. I've been contemplating all morning how I feel about reaching this age milestone in my life, and I'm...apathetic. I don't feel the crisis or mortality I've heard other women bemoan upon reaching this age. On the other hand, I feel a tiny sense of loss that I've now permanently left my twenties behind, but in an unusual sense: like now I'm supposed to really be an adult. Which, to be honest, may never happen in my life. Talk to me about anything I'm passionate about and you'll swear I'm twelve years old again.Trying to pinpoint what turning thirty means to me, this word seemed very auspicious, and perhaps that's why this is the image that raised itself in my mind when I read the word this morning. I like that: my existence and who I am will be impossible to erase. Screw mortality. Happy birthday to me! Here's to another year of indelibility.