Cyclonic

​nakedness . . .
the morning after
cyclonic rains
— Kala Ramesh

I love the word cyclonic but how often does one get to use it in a sentence? Not often enough, clearly. 

As Lexy pointed out, this midpoint in February is when daily posting feels tough.  For me it's not just the posting, it's finding ways to make my photos look unique and not like one long variation on a theme. 

I took this picture and several others in the same spot in my hotel room with the window as a background. I like most of them but they all have a similar feel so I'm searching for ways to edit and crop them so they each have their own personality. The tricky part is that I'm still me and I still like what I like so I'm inclined towards the same kinds of filters, crops, poses and lighting effects. I'm doing my best to break those habits this month. ​Molly's been a good inspiration as it's clear she's experimenting widely with her filters, especially on her IG pictures. 

When I look back at my Febphotofest posts last year, there's very little resemblance between that month and this month. My work feels much more intentional this year. It's lost a sense of spontaneity but I'm not sure that I mind that. Some of my current pictures still have that feel of a candid moment caught on camera but they're fewer than the ones that feel posed and specific. 

I'm doing a bad job of describing this. But perhaps you all know what I mean.

Posting every day this month has also given me cause to wonder why I'm doing this. Who I'm trying to reach and what I'm trying to say. I'm still not sure. In the way that I'm not sure what this blog wants to be. If Charlie Powell hadn't already taken the name and used it so well, I'd borrow hers because mine has certainly become a Sex Blog (of sorts...). 

How can a blog that only ever features my (mostly) naked body not be a sexual space? And yet... 

Curious thoughts for a Wednesday. 

xo