365 a year in photos | 2014

Some days were like peeling back every layer of skin, through muscle and into bone. Creating with intention and previsualization. Other days were not meant to be what the day before it was. What was created in between was a the greatest gift I have given myself in a long time. 2014 was the year I fell in love with self portraiture, landscapes, and film. When I look back to the very beginning, that naive ingenue, I feel the pang in my heart. The knowing, the kind you cannot unknow. It's not about what you can create, most days, it's about just trying. I've experienced extreme gluttony. I could burst. It is now time to unbutton, place the camera down for a bit and exhale into the giant book filled with every bit of what my heart could create. Will I do it again this year? No, I don't think I need too. My mind knows now when a photograph is meant to be. I still push myself, and my kid at least once per week. I'd rather harness that extra time into constructing a dark room this year. I also have a few personal projects that I'd like to get off the ground as well. I found such an intimate little support group in Flickr, I have enjoyed it so much that I continue to post there but do not hold myself to a daily expectation like before. It's a great place to put things you love and share with those you care about. 
A thank you to my husband and sweet son. Two of my most inspiring subjects. Also, to all of those that supported me along the way, you know who you are. 

a link to my Flickr page here.