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52 Weeks of Us

52 of Us: Fifty-Two


There were times when I didn’t think I’d make it to the end of this project.  When I wanted to just give up. But now that I’m here at the end, I’m so glad I stuck with it.  Because now I have a collection of photographs of me and the little man that I can always look back on as reminders of 2013’s adventures, some big and some small.

It wasn’t until I neared the end that I truly understood why I needed a photography project like this. For years, I’ve been telling myself I should create annual photo books, get the photos off my computer and in print.  And for years I’ve put it off, shoving this task to the back of the pile.  It felt like I was trying to boil the ocean.  I even started off 2013 with the intention of keeping up with it each month, like my friend Laura is amazing at.  This lasted about two months.  I could never make sense of the randomness of the images, didn’t feel like I was putting together a story.

But 52 Weeks of Us gave me a theme, a purpose, a reason that these photographs should be together. And so I’ve done what I’ve been unable to do for years, create a collection of photos and put them together in a book that tells the story of our year.

What’s up for 2014?

I haven’t yet decided what my photography project(s) will be for 2014, but the lesson I’ve learned is have one, have two.  Have something that keeps you inspired to shoot, create images, and tell stories.  And by creating a theme and a structure to follow throughout the year, it will be exponentially easier to create something tangible out of your work at the end of the year.

Are you starting any photography projects in January?


Happy New Year everyone!!  May your 2014 be filled with rainbows and unicorns!


52 Weeks of Us
52 Weeks of Us

52 of Us: Fifty-One

Once upon a time I’d spend an entire December weekend in the kitchen baking hundreds of cookies in all shapes and sizes.  I placed them in pretty little boxes, tied them up with shiny ribbon and then delivered them to friends, neighbours, coworkers, and family.  It was all very Martha Stewart.

And it was all before the little man came into my life and taught me that there are other ways I’d rather spend my time.  However, Christmas doesn’t feel like Christmas to me without baking a few cookies, so we made a batch together.  Flour covered the counter like a blanket of snow, ending up in every corner of the kitchen.  But it was a mess I didn’t mind cleaning as I was grateful to share this tradition with him.

They were the best batch of Christmas cookies I’ve ever made.

52 Weeks of Us
52 Weeks of Us

52 of Us: Fourty-Eight

Life is like a playground sometimes.  With time and a little practice, you gain the confidence to conquer obstacles that once seemed impossible to climb.