a photograph a day
On December 31, 2011, I was having dinner at the taco truck in the parking lot of The Hotsy Totsy, a neighborhood bar, and looking forward to 2012. I don't make a lot of New Year's resolutions, but that evening, I snapped a shot of the taco truck and decided I would take a photograph a day for the next 365. On January 1, 2012, my sister died. I hadn't taken a photograph before I got the news and questioned my resolve. Through what lens would I look at this day? But I took my camera with me as I headed down to Santa Cruz to be with my folks and stopped at the cliff overlooking the beach we all love. I took my first photograph. The next day another. And the next. There is no doubt that my sister—her life and her death—shaped what I chose to photograph. Some days more than others. I wrote about some of the photographs on my blog; others inspired pieces of fiction that I published in various places. (I am more writer than photographer.) It's 2013. I'm not taking a photograph a day. But I go nowhere without a camera.
- Jane Hammons