Dia De Los Muertos, the Day of the Dead, is approaching, and with it the annual celebration of the "Night of the Dread" in our local park. It is a night during which we face and shout, "Booooo!!!!" at our fears. Our eldest daughter was so pleased with the whole thing, she's been looking forward to it all year, and for months has been asking to go dressed as Sadie the Skeleton Fairy (a fairy of her own invention).
Today we started gathering things for her costume, and I made her a Sadie the Skeleton Fairy shirt. The choice of fabric was inspired by the colourful skulls that feature in many Day of the Dead celebrations. Here is the shirt mid-process...
I'll admit, I'm having a hard time keeping up with the photography. And an even harder time keeping up with the rest of the crew. I still love this project, and I'm excited about it, but there are days when finding time to go to the bathroom is a struggle. Here are the last five days' worth:
My daughter has been calling weather vanes "wind tunnels" for weeks and I keep trying to correct her, but have been unable to call up the proper name. Ah, sleep deprivation. Today (I admit I took not a single photo yesterday) as I was walking down an alley alone and saw this one and the word came to me immediately. I find I have a harder time remembering the names of things if an inaccurate name has been suggested to me. I'd have an easier time if someone said, "What are those things called...?"
Two of my photos this week are waiting on permissions from their subjects to post them on the internet.
What do you guys do when your photo of the day includes others? Specifically, what do you do when it includes other people's children? Am I being silly about privacy, especially if I'm not posting any other identifying details?
I was sick and alone (if you count being responsible for the well-being of three children, a dog and a cat alone) for much of the week, so you'll find that my camera only once strayed from our house in the last five days.
The one outdoor shot is of an intriguing and decaying poster on the wall of my daughter's school. It was clearly a pony at one time, with anti-smoking signs all over it. I don't know quite what to make of it, but I'm particularly proud of the photo because I took it with my zoom lens and no tripod or timer. Not a good way to start a week in which our prompt was later to be revealed as 'craft', but what the hay (snicker).
069:365: Kicking the Habit
070:365: When You're Gone
072:365: Self-Portrait IV: What The Camera Didn't See
073:365: The Latest Fringe
As far as craft goes, I feel as Sue does in that I never seem to find the time to do the reading/research I need to do to improve my photography. Photo #72 was fraught with particular frustration. I had been lying for a couple of hours on a day bed (the same day bed in Photo #71) bathed in the afternoon light, staring out the window at tree branches dancing in a bright blue sky. Then I noticed my reflection in the sunglasses on the window sill and thought the whole scene would make a wonderful photo. The bright sun in the window made it impossible to capture the scene outside, and made the entire photo brighter than I would have liked. I find it odd that, time and time again, I need to learn that the camera does not "see" in the same way that my eye does. How infuriating!