January 7th and I finally finished my 31 day Self-Portrait Challenge that was supposed to wrap at the end of December. I guess I can say that I half-completed the challenge, but definitely failed at shooting one portrait every day. I never seem to do well when I have to stick to the same theme or subject for a period of time. I get bored.
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Time for another quick recap. Yesterday I completed photo 21 of my 31 day Self-Portrait Challenge (yay!). To be honest, I can’t wait for this project to be over. For one, I’m really sick of taking photos of myself. Also, I keep skipping days because I’ve been so busy with the Christmas season… which kind of defeats the whole concept of a 31 day challenge.
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Today was Day 8 of my 31 day Self-Portrait Challenge. I’m just over a week in and figured it was time for a little recap. Funny; this challenge is progressing a lot like my 365 Day Challenge did. I like having a self-imposed assignment, and my mind is constantly buzzing with possibilities.
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I’ve been feeling photographically uninspired lately and because of that, I’ve decided to give myself a 31 day Self-Portrait Challenge. While I like photographing a variety of subjects, and am really proud of some of the images that I’ve captured, I think some of my best have been self-portraits. And within my little photographic community, I feel those images have resonated the most.
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At our 2011 Winnipeg South Photo Club field trip out to the rolling hills area of SW Manitoba, I took the opportunity to do some self-portrait exploration in an old barn on our land. The concept behind the photos was based around my first memory. This is the result.
My first memory took place in this barn. My family had gone to the river pasture for a horseback ride – my Dad riding Chipper, one of my brothers on Joe, and my Mom on Candy (with me sitting up front). It started to pour, a good heavy rainfall, so we went inside this old barn for shelter. There were two baby colts with us – Brandy and Tequila – and instead of staying inside where it was dry, they went running out to frolic in the rain. I was three.
