Rocking my world in terms of inspiration these last few weeks:
- Noticings, a fantastic intersection of Flickr’s tagging and GPS/geolocating technology; find interesting things in your neighborhood that you may not have known were there!
- Alphabet brooches and alphabet blocks. I love alphabets. I love them, love them, love them. I should do another alphabet photo project.
- I Love That Photo magazine. Great interviews with everyday photographers.
- LetterCult and their interview with Jessica Hische, who draws/designs Daily Drop Cap, a blog I adore.
- this joy ride, twice-monthly interviews and featurs on photographers, artists and writers.
- The One Who Got Away, a gorgeous and heartbreaking feature at Pictory.
- The Loss Column, a Baltimore-centric sports blog, pulls together some vintage photos of Spring Training from Life’s public domain collection.
- Merlin Mann’s post about the Wrens’ The Meadowlands, which is exactly how to write a love song to a band.
- The Vanity Fair Winter Olympics Portraits and the Johnny Weir body paint outtakes.
I spent today emailing Michelle (she compiled our Tuesday email exchange of things we love about spring and summer into one post, so I didn’t have to) about photos taken in bathrooms, hypothetical trips, and being your own worst enemy. I tried to find any halfway decent articles about or interviews with the Morning Benders, but, ouch, some of their past promo is painfully bad. (I found one or two that met my needs eventually.) I stared at this photo of Rogue Wave, this photo of Damien Jurado, and (still) this photo of Rick Danko a lot, and tried to figure out why I think they are all spectacular. I listened to Slobberbone and Frightened Rabbit and Holy Ghost Tent Revival and the Morning Benders and some podcasts. I wrote some follow-up thank you emails and drafted a couple of press pass requests. (I hate writing press pass requests, because of some things I am bad at: people; relationships; selling myself; not being neurotic.) I have a weekend full of things I’m looking forward to ahead of me, and it’s supposed to be sunny and warm and winter may have almost broken, finally.
I’m happy, today. Wicked self-reflective, but happy.