It occurred to me recently that it's been nearly a year and a half since I started 'Everyday Sunday.' And although I think it's fairly self explanatory I realized that in a year and a half I have accumulated a handful or two of new followers (hi!) that may not know what it is, how it got started, or more importantly why I do it. And then it occurred to me that maybe even I needed to re evaluate why I do it, because sometimes we all start something and down the line lose sight of it's roots.
In a nutshell I needed a project. I needed an assignment and something that forced me to not only pick up my camera, but a place to share my images of daily life. The small vignettes of every day life are what I love and live for, and often what get overlooked by some. And unintentionally it also created an outlet for my readers and clients to get to know me better. The pictures aren't staged (I try to keep it real around here) and in recent months have began to include images created with my iphone. And why Sunday? Sunday might just be my favorite day of the week. It's lazy and cozy. It's the day you're supposed to sleep in and indulge in your guilty pleasures. A couple chapters in a book, the newspaper, a few cups of coffee with heavily-syruped pancakes, slow walks with your dog, grocery shopping, catching up on your favorite blogs, red wine on your back porch, going for a hike, cuddling, you know... Sunday stuff.
Since the series began I have grown to appreciate all of the unexpected ways it has effected others, and even myself. I pay even more attention to the beauty in life. And at the end of a terrible week I at least have a memory card with a few images on it of the quiet, tender moments that made the week worth while. It's also unintentionally become a [picture] journal of sorts. Every once and a while I spend a good hour looking back at the photos, like flipping through pages of an old journal, and can recall how a specific week felt. The 'Everyday Sunday' pictures make me remember how delicious my life was, when at the time it didn't feel that way. It's forced me to carry my camera at times I know I would have otherwise left it at home. It's given me a disciplined regimen to follow. It's a promise I make to myself. And sometimes I want to add a disclaimer to the images when I know photographically they aren't mind-blowing or technically correct, but then I remember that every day life isn't always mind-blowing or technically correct. It's far from perfect. But I guess it's the imperfections and small moments that make it all so interesting.