Project 52 l Week 13

Week 13 ; Vast

This week is pretty simple. I have a vast love for a man who cooks me breakfast.

Project 52 l Week 12

Week 12 ; Blue

Our poor Princess P got declawed this week, and she was looking rather drugged and sad after she came home from the vet. Poor thing had two little boots on her front feet and she was incredibly miserable. You could tell she couldn't get comfortable and that the booties were really bothering her. She kept trying to shake them off, and succeeded with one of them. We're still not sure how she managed to just slide right out of it, but it took some serious determination on her part. Regardless, I felt this was fitting for this week's theme of blue, because she was certainly feeling it the first few days after  her vet visit.

Penelope is good now, boot free, and adjusted to having to claws on her front paws. She's back to her playful, sweet self, cuddling with Mom and Dad and fetching her beloved hair tie. 

Project 52 l Week 11

Week 11 ; Patterns

Originally, I was going to take a picture of all the different patterns of my shirts in my dresser drawer. I liked how the lines would give good depth and sight lines and all the color I would get, but struggled at the same time because I didn't want my image for the week to be of folded clothes. Granted, folding laundry is a rarity and probably is a fairly substantial thing in the yearly scheme of things. However, I'm trying to capture moments from the year of my family. 

That idea changed last Sunday when I went into work with James to help him finish the last of his FTX planning and get things for his kit. I more so went along to take pictures of him, but I did actually lend a helping hand. We got home later in the evening, but there was still some work James needed to do on his ruck and he had to figure out what he was wearing out on the range the following evening. It started to get dark, so my camera had actually been retired for the night. That is, until he pulled out his flashlight and started doing detail work. My rebel got pulled out of retirement and I got this shot, which vociferates patterns to me.

I know his patterns. My fingers know the pattern of his uniform, my mind knows his patterns for planning things, and my heart knows his patterns of assiduity. 

Project 52 l Week 10

Week 10 ; Soft

It's crazy to think that I'm already 1/4 of the way done with this project. In terms of thinking like a runner, I only have three more laps left in my mile. And as someone who had sports endured asthma, the first lap was always the hardest for me. I would think that this analogy is suitable for this project, because I've definitely had my fair share of hardship at the beginning of this. It's becoming easier, though. 

At first, my image for this week was going to be of donuts. Yes, donuts. Every now and then I get massive cravings for something sweet, and it was donuts this time. They're not the best, mind you, because my California heart will never love (or really even like) Dunkin Donuts. But, the light was so soft when I got home and, again thinking in fitness terms, donuts make you soft. But then Penelope crawled in James's lap and I couldn't not use that.

So, soft. Soft is the way he looks at those he loves. It's the way he looks at me and our fur babies.

Project 52 l Week 9

Week 9 ; Color Blind

There were some absolutely stunning images this week. People have surprised me with such creativity and their ability to look at the theme "color blind" in so many different directions. There was one image of a flower that had split color and black and white in such a that was so tasteful and soft. Sorry, total fan girl moment. Anyway.

Our dear, new Penelope and her baby. We have no idea where she found this hair tie, no idea where it came from because I don't have purple ones, and no idea why she loves it so much. She just does and she was putting on quite the show with it while I was taking pictures of her earlier during the week. I wish I could've caught her throwing it in the air and tumbling after it, but it was too dark inside our home for me to get the shutter speed up high enough and I can't bump up the ISO on my camera past 400 without getting noise and grain. I'm more than content with this image, though, and her intent stare on her weird choice in a toy. 

I thought it was appropriate, too, to take an image of a black and white cat in, well, black and white. It just seemed very fitting, especially since we had gotten her that week, too. After all, this project is to get me to take pictures of my life from week to week and to document the year as it unfolds.