¡cecilia365!

my 1-year, 52-week, 365-day, 8,760-hour, 525,600-minute project - one photograph a day, possibly delightfully divided into monthly themes!

I’m Back

I wrote this in my little book last night.

I feel as though I’ve spent too much time talking and eating and drinking and spending money and working and sleeping (or, trying to) and curling up in front of my new laptop, and not any time at all thinking in poems or being struck by a moment; crippled by craving a camera - unable to simply sit and look. I’ve sat and looked now for a long enough period of time to forget the Aphrodite of my art - kept my voice for nothing, or talking, instead of being helpless to the joy of singing, singing, SINGING my heart out every day and night like I’m meant to.

I feel normal. as opposed to VIBRANT and alive and making love to my soul that will only have art, of whatever sort. I feel stuck in a ditch of what humans do, instead of enraptured, enslaved, demolished and obsessed by my own mind. These words are feeding a fever, a fervor, a fire.

I feel it coming back. It starts as an itch, or a restlessness - I cannot stop wishing for my tuned strings or my light capturing box, or, this blessed, blessed pen. Yes, I am inspired. I am not as delved, devoted as I was, but a strength I have missed is returning. Hallelujah!

Taking a break.

I’m just so behind. Counting the days I need to catch up on creates a frenzy of numbers in my mind, and I don’t think that benefits anyone. I’m going to let myself off the hook and give myself an official hiatus from picture-a-day until my spunk returns and I’m firing that shutter like nuts for my own heart again.

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Inexplicably, and luckily,

it now works. 

It’s a sign. Time to buy a backup external drive with the most space I can humanely afford. Done and done.

HELP HELP HELP HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!

My external harddrive, which has ALL of my pictures on it, is making funny noises and not being recognized by my computer. I’m so scared. So, so, so scared. What do I do? What can I do?

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170. My brand new, pretty comforter. 

170. My brand new, pretty comforter. 

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