Day 180

Day 180. Half way there. Crazy. This year has flown by, no? This was my attempt at an emotive capture of Day 180. This project has been a photographic immersion. Some days I lug my camera with me wherever I go, look at the world with the camera in mind, attempt to put thought and motive into the process and product. Other days, I have a shoot or a wedding and I am so thankful to have something to sink my teeth into. And yet, other days, 6 o'clock rolls around and the camera sits on the dining room table, untouched . . . unloved. Those are the days where I pull something out of my proverbial arse at the last minute (really trained well for this type of creation in architecture school) and somehow it all turns out ok . . . often better than ok. Either way, this year has been a turning point for me . . . 180 degrees to be exact.

Day 179

I should've known if I wanted the real low down on the aforementioned Silver Bullet, my best bet was to strike up a conversation with any of the aforementioned neighbors. I went outside to take a few pictures this evening. Not 2 shots in, the Mayor of Norvell comes trotting out of his house, "What'ya taking a picture of Sarah?" As he was giving me the details of this new creature in our neighborhood (the guy used to live in it, now he's selling it, he can't have it parked there for more than 3 days without a ticket, he's fixing it up, etc. etc.) I looked up at my neighbor, Grace's window, to catch HER peeking out at us. I resisted the urge to wave. After Jeff retreated, I went back to taking a few more photos and I could just feel my other neighbor, VA, burning holes in the back of my head. And of course, I'm only assuming here that none of them are actually reading this (unless they are reading it behind my back.) Geesh.

Day 178

Sprinklers + sunset = pretty.

Day 177

Met up with these two cutie pies yesterday for a fun, quintessential SF city engagement shoot. We hit the busy Ferry Building, Pier 7, the Embarcadero, and almost got hit by a streetcar, but a few of my favorites were in this quiet spot amid the chaos. Looking forward to the wedding next year!

Day 176

My neighborhood, small and modest, is full of larger than life, exuberant personalities. There's Jeff, the "Mayor of Norvell," who used to operate trains, walks around in his torn shorts, sandals, and ponytail, works on his VW bus frequently, brings over microbrews for Keegan and homemade Chicken Enchiladas and Easter ham for me and Liam. There's Grace, who works on her yard starting at 6 in the morning, brings over half dead plants and insists that I plant them in my yard, pulls weeds in other peoples' yards, brings in other peoples' garbage bins, sometimes looks right at me and ignores me and other times chats Liam's ear off for twenty minutes. There's Virginia, who lives next to us, has 4 kids, at least 10 grandkids, and 10 great grandkids, knows everything about us even if we haven't told her, and who one day we caught peeking out her window at us at 6 in the morning as we packed the car for a ski trip. Then there's the house across the street. A rental. Transients. And who apparently are parking this big silver bullet in front of our house now indefinitely. Creepy.

Day 175

My tough guy . . . aka . . . not so tough really. I told him to give me a mean face. Hah. He picked this shirt out yesterday at Target. It's a hand drawing of a full drum set and it reads, "I love to make noise!!" I saw it before he did and I knew the minute we passed it, he was going to want it. I was not wrong. He reached for it immediately. It's perfect.

Day 174

A little detail shot from the living room. May build a little series of these...