The daily photo effort for January ended as the calendar page flipped. For a while I had considered a year-long push to do a daily photo, but the shine of that kind of thing wears off after a few weeks of snapping pics of the same stretch of six city blocks or same nature trail. Arguably, there is something to be said about the creative act of finding original frames of pixels in the familiar — too familiar — repeatedly familiar. But there is also an exhaustion factor, a forcing-yourself-to-do-something factor that takes away the fun.
Instead I made some bread.
I make bread all the time, to be honest. Weekly. Sourdough. Yum.
Pictures followed the bake. Eating followed the pictures.