I have been noticing that the photos I’m capturing day in and day out present my life, but they present an edited version. And, I don’t just mean a bit of sliding here and there. What I mean is that my life doesn’t consist of strolls through gardens, of a perfectly cooked pie, of bokeh-infused days on the lake, the perfect glass of wine in hand.
I spend 40 hours of my week in a chair (well, usually on a ball) in front of a computer with this guy at my left hand. My voice changes when I answer the phone and direct calls. I adopt my official title as I sign off on emails to heads of denominations. I so look forward to my lunch break where instead of strolling through the gardens nearby, I spend an hour with my friends sorting out all the problems of the world. Lunch is intentionally taken late so the time after lunch is short until 4:30 rolls around and I pack up and head off to the gym.
I am aiming, as I near the 100-days mark, to present a more real view of my life. I believe I am capable of taking decent shots of the underside of my life. I hope to present a more real version of my life, my days, and myself. Logos are going to start showing up. Junk food is going to flood this place. The couch, the tv remote, the dishes piled up, the dog hair on the floor – they’re all very real and dominating parts of my life, and I’m going to stop heading to the neighbor’s garden to hide those parts of my life.
That’s not to say the edited versions are going to stop completely. Farmer’s markets, raspberries in the backyard, my ridiculously beautiful dog, friends, family are also a huge part of my life and will absolutely keep showing up. Hell, you may see more of them. I am going to stop taking photos afraid (That said, I took out my camera in my local grocery store this evening, and was accosted by the security guard… won’t be doing that again.) and start showing off my fabulous life.
So, there you have it. Bam. Kind of 
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