*Pausing*

....So I've decided to take a quick *pause* on my photography challenge.

Does this mean I'm cheating because I'm not actually completing it in 30 consecutive days? Perhaps.

But things have suddenly sped up around here (as in, applications for schools are starting to be due...and I'm still tossing out job apps), and my camera has become mildly neglected in the process.

And no, this does not make me happy. Hopefully I'll have settled into a better schedule and will able to pick it up again in a week.

For now, here is an [old] photo of how not having time for fun photography makes me feel:

Running

I love the smells that I catch when I'm running. It sounds like an odd thing to admit, but it's entirely true. I'd venture to say that any regular runner blessed with a sensitive sniffer probably could attest to this claim: The odors/fragrances during outdoor runs often tells you about the season, area, or time of day. And I like being informed of all these things through my nasal passageways.

For example, during the end of the summer time on one of my favorite trails, I can be guaranteed that I will smell the tantalizing fragrance of sun-heated ripe blackberries. A different section of the track will smell like BBQ if it's close enough to dinner time. On another trail during the fall, the air is always a cleaner scent than the summer time, but I can catch drifts of the smell of fire place fires (as opposed to forest fires). And the world always smells the same after it has rained.

If I run during the mid afternoon, I'm likely to smell laundry being washed/dried, and if it's dinner time running by certain homes always makes me hungry.

[Happy Fall!]

Gettin' Creative

In an effort to boost my creative juices, I decided to follow the example of a friend and make myself complete a 30 Day Photo Challenge.

Hopefully by the end of it I will be a more creative, photo-shooting fiend.

[Day 2 was "A Photo of what you wore today."]

Finding pictures on your camera's memory that you had long forgotten and never uploaded?

Yes.

[Also, hurray for gobos and other shadows!]

Beauty is...

Lack o' employment leaves me with more time for photography.
[Yes, I've been trying to get myself to focus on the positives lately.]


Also: For a clarification of the picture--Pointe shoes are among the only things in life that I {literally} associate with blood, sweat, and tears. But they're so worth it.