A Visual Journal
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Growing up, I never kept a journal, despised school and spent most of my time staining clothes with blood and grass and scratching my knees and elbows with my younger brother Tim. As a dyslexic, my interests and intellectual appetite quickly surpassed my ability to read. Instead of fighting tooth and nail through Charlotte's Web, I spent my time looking at pictures in books during reading time in elementary school. My first memories of an Encyclopedia were the colorful diagrams of airplanes, not a list of the 50 states and their capitals. In order to make it through school, I learned to use my visual perception and stored my experiences as etchings in my mind.
For the last three months, I have carried my camera with me. Sometimes I see special things, sometimes I see monotonous things but mostly I see juxtaposing parts of things that make up my life.
An inlet in Reid State Park in late February.
Hope on a walk in mid February.
A shanty Down East in early February.
A gray, December day in southeast Portland, Oregon right near the Hawthorne food carts.
Picnic table at Fort Popham in January.
Ed's shanty catching some rays in February in Palermo, Maine. I love the font.
Pumpkins in February.
An old logging road in late December in Skamania, Washington.
Down East in early February.
Waves breaking in late February at Reid State Park. I love the meandering footsteps in the foreground.
Instead of writing notable parts of my day down in a journal, I take pictures of inspiring things around me. What inspires me a year from now will certainly be different than what inspires me today. Having a collection of images and my thoughts helps me keep track of my creative process.
A Visual Journal (Picasa).
