

Officially one third of the way to 100 days. This has been a great thing for me thus far. Some days it does feel a little bit like a chore, but for the most part I am excited every morning, thinking about what today's images are going to look like. Some days I have a plan of attack. Some days are just, "Ok, let's take a walk and see what happens." I still want to make it over to Schnitzer Steel, the scrap metal recycling yard. I think that piles of old rusty metal, cars waiting for demolition, and other such things will yeild some lusious images. Last time I was there (years ago now) there were all of these boat propellers in a pile. I wish I had taken pictures of them. I don't think they'll still be there, but the image of them in my brain is what makes me want to go back and see what I find.