Night

Shasta was with me this night, on this bridge, under the Eiffel Tower. I remember that I fell while holding the camera and was proud of myself that I managed to sacrifice myself to keep the camera safely in the air.

Notre Dame

I didn't have any idea what I was doing when I took this photograph. I remember the night incredibly clearly. J was with me, I used my mini travel tripod and set up the camera on a stone pillar. It was chilly.

Woman

This is one of two photographs that, more than any others, really began to convince me that this was what I wanted to do with my life. I spent one of the best afternoons of my life wandering around the Pere Lachaise cemetery in Paris and came home with this haunting photo that still, every time I look at it, pierces me to the core somehow. It began a life-long fascination with gorgeous cemeteries. I don't know why this isn't framed and hanging in my home...perhaps I should go home and remedy that one day. I would also like to go back to Paris, search the cemetery, and see if I can't find it again even though I know that would be nearly impossible. Does anyone want to come with me?

Paris

I have decided that in the interests of rounding out my "photo a day" project...I'd like to fill in as many days as possible...even long before I was doing the project or even photographing on a regular basis.

I took this in Paris, sometime in the last week in August, 2001. It was shot on slide film. I have this framed and it used to hang in my house. There may also be one or two other copies of it out there in the world floating around.

More and more old posts will be coming as I attempt to have a photographic record of what I was doing on as many days as possible (especially helpful as my memory fails more and more!).