I like taking pictures.
Sometimes I like to call myself a photographer the same way Addie likes to call herself a grownup. Sure she’s more grownup than she was four years ago but she still has a very long way to go. I’m better at taking pictures now than I was four years ago but I still have a very long way to go too.
Most days I simply consider myself a picture taker.
A memory maker.
A moment catcher.
I saw something in passing a few weeks back about the ‘100 strangers‘ project.
You take 100 pictures of 100 strangers. Well, probably more than 100 pictures because who’s super photogenic on the first click? Not this girl. But the point is to end up with 100 photos of 100 people whom you’ve never met before.
I like meeting people. I like taking pictures of people.
So this seems like a good little project for me.
Way better than that 365 garbage I keep starting and giving up on. You people who can complete a 365? Hats off to you, I’m just not that kind of person.
And that’s totally okay.
I’m going to have cards made. Exactly 100 of them. They will give a little description of my project and my hopes and dreams that come along with it. I hope my strangers will share their stories with me. Either when I capture them or later when they realize I’m not conducting some strange social experiment.
The anticipation of working on this project loosens the grip around my throat ever so slightly.
I am excited about it.
Inspired by it.
I’ve also decided to make one pin from Pinterest a reality each week. No sense in looking at that much pretty and doing nothing about it. Last week it was this peach cobbler. We had the missionaries over and they actually giggled into their desserts claiming it was ‘the absolute best peach cobbler they had ever had.‘
I made it with white peaches. I grew up with a white peach tree in my backyard. I was pretty spoiled with good peaches in my childhood. No, I didn’t take a picture of the cobbler because we ate it all before I could. I guess that’s a good sign right?
I emailed the girl who posted the recipe to thank her. Turns out she lives in Indy too. We’re going to be friends. I can tell.
The more I dive into this Internet stuff the smaller the world becomes. And it’s wonderful. Can you imagine if everyone who likes to take pictures took pictures of 100 strangers? By the time we all grew up we’d all have ‘being photographed as strangers’ in common.
Tell me about your projects. Is there one you’re working on? Or one you’re dreaming of? Anybody want to do this 100 strangers business with me? And if I meet you on the street will you let me take your picture? (Also, if you know who any of the girls are in these pictures will you let me know? Thanks.)
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