Beginning of 52 Weeks

Don’t be fooled by the calendar. There are only as many days in the year as you make use of.
— Charles Richards
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One of the things I’m tying to do in 2021 is to take a photo every week. I do it through this website called 52 frames and they give me a prompt to do and it starts on Monday and I have until Sunday to submit my photo. I started this challenge last year when everything shut down to help me figure out what to shoot and help me be creative. I got out of rhythm of doing it so I ended up only doing a couple of weeks. In 2021 I want to do the whole year and I’m thinking I’ll create a book of some kind with all of the photos I take. I’ve only done one photo so far for the first week, which was a self portrait, and I’m working on the second week which is leading lines.  

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Starting the project and year with a self portrait was personally good for me. I far more enjoy being behind the camera than in front of it. Like most people walking on this planet I have insecurities. I often like to hide and not be seen and I don’t like being the center of attention. The vast majority of photos that happened in the last couple of years are of my capturing. I like the control I have when taking my own photo but it also comes with a hard side. The hard side being that I can only see every insecurity I have about my body and who I am as a person. Not just who I am as a person but as an artist. It wasn’t until about a little over a year ago I called myself to an artist out loud to a friend for the first time and I was so scared she was going to question the title I didn’t think I was fully or that I didn’t deserve. She didn’t question it at all like I thought she would and she actually did the opposite, she confirmed it. I still don’t any many ways but that doesn’t take away the fact that I am one. I often think that I’m not good enough to consider myself an artist. That is a tangent for another day. One benefit of me being taking my own photos is that I get to see my beauty. Staring at myself for hours between making sure the photos are what I want while I’m taking them and the editing shows me what I’m insecure about but it also has the benefit of what I like, and dare I say love about my body. It shows me the strength and beauty. It also shows me how intelligent I am and my persistence. Several years ago I vowed myself I wouldn’t do portrait photography because I thought I wound’t ever be good enough, I thought I wouldn’t enjoy it, and I had a fear that I wound’t help people feel the best versions of themselves. With the photos I take of myself it helps me see all of that isn’t true. 

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