I got this idea during a really late "girls night out" Friday night. My friend Mindy is creating an amazing book, it is called Project 365. She takes a picture every single day and adds journaling. After the year is complete, she will print it as a book.
I know that this project is something that should be started in January. I really wish I would have found out about it last winter. However, with my personality, I had better not wait to start it. If I put it off until January of 2010, it will be long forgotten.
My project 365 started with yesterday's date, March 1, 2009. I am creating the book online and I might post some of the entries here. I love the simplicity of the idea, just one photo (which is very hard for me) and very simple journaling. Here is my entry from yesterday:
Today the James Family celebrated St. David's Day. Rick's family is Welsh (as is most of mine) and they have a tradition of celebrating the holiday. We had wonderful Welsh foods and enjoyed each other's company. I made two things I had never tried. Welsh bread (not my favorite) and Sticky Toffee Pudding (out of this world). Rick's cousin Bruce, wife Vickie and son Jake were able to join us. We celebrated Andrew & Nathan's birthdays and discussed our 2010 church history tour. As we left the house, Leslie gave each of us a daffodil (the national flower of Wales).
Monday, March 2, 2009
Project 365...
Posted by Ellen James at 9:47 AM
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What a great start!! I love your photo. Glad you're jumping in.
Brilliant idea, and great first photo!
What a fabulous project! And who cares if it doesn't start on January 1--365 days will come and go anyway. I saw something similar where a man took a picture of his little daughter every day for a year and made it into a book. I've always thought about copying that in some way. You've got me thinking . . .
It all makes sense now. I have never met a Welshman (person) I didn't like. Seriously. Everyone I've ever met from Wells has been the kindest, sweetest, lovingest people. I've only met two: one was a lady I worked with, and the other was that poet at BYU named Leslie Norris (was it Norris?). Log story short, when I was a reporter, I was doing a story about a street in Orem, and just happened upon his house. He invited me in, and I got to talk with him and his wife for like an hour about poetry and BYU and it is one of my favorite memories of all time.
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