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Measuring Life in Photographs: A Reflection on 2012

"For last year’s words belong to last year’s language, and next year’s words await another voice." - T.S. Eliot

As I write this on New Year’s Eve, I have yet to decide whether I will continue the Measuring Life in Photographs project next year. In an interview in 2012, I was asked why I see the world differently through a camera. I had said, then

How differently do you see the world through the lens of a camera?

In The Art of Travel, Alain de Botton discusses the process of drawing while traveling. He remarks that drawing enables the traveler to see: to squint, to scrutinize, to look in a way that transcends the fleeting glimpse. Photography plays a similarly enabling role in my own life, even though it is more instantaneous than the process of drawing. I look through the viewfinder searching for beauty… or for surprise, incongruence, contradiction, conflict. The camera reminds me to look — to really look.

Measuring Life in Photographs was, indeed, this reminder to look — to really look. I reflected on this project halfway through and near its completion on Stories of Conflict and Love. I am so grateful for those who have shared their journey with me, and for those who cheered me on through the blurry photographs, unphotogenic memories, and moments that were too happy to want to click the shutter on. 
Thank you — and, perhaps, see you in the New Year?
My favorite stamp, on envelopes and on life. Only love. 

My favorite stamp, on envelopes and on life. Only love. 

And then, the snow came, and rendered 2012 the year I experienced the seasons again — all of them. 
I went sledding for the first time, exposed a dog to his first snowy paw marks, remembered why feeling the passage of time is important to me.

And then, the snow came, and rendered 2012 the year I experienced the seasons again — all of them. 

I went sledding for the first time, exposed a dog to his first snowy paw marks, remembered why feeling the passage of time is important to me.

Jack came into my life late this year, and made it all the more filled with love.
If you need me, I’ll be snuggling.

Jack came into my life late this year, and made it all the more filled with love.

If you need me, I’ll be snuggling.

Boston, Macy’s Christmas Tree. Christmas Day 2012.

Boston, Macy’s Christmas Tree. Christmas Day 2012.

On January 16, 2012, I copied Mary Anne Radmacher’s poem above into a brand new notebook.
I reflect on that moment, and the memories I made, lost, and evaded this year, here.

On January 16, 2012, I copied Mary Anne Radmacher’s poem above into a brand new notebook.

I reflect on that moment, and the memories I made, lost, and evaded this year, here.

Final Sabbath of the year. Uganda in my heart, Jerusalem on my mind.

Final Sabbath of the year. Uganda in my heart, Jerusalem on my mind.

Reflection on subway windows. Empty train, Christmas Eve.

Reflection on subway windows. Empty train, Christmas Eve.

Sketch of a girl. Whimsy on the subway platform, Christmas Eve.

Sketch of a girl. Whimsy on the subway platform, Christmas Eve.

Boston, from the end of a day hike. Breathing deeply again.

Boston, from the end of a day hike. Breathing deeply again.

Middlesex Fells pond. Frozen. Winter remembered Boston.

Middlesex Fells pond. Frozen. Winter remembered Boston.

Elijah’s capture. His caption: Fresh Pond with the darlings.

Elijah’s capture. His caption: Fresh Pond with the darlings.

Pausing to remember. Christmas Day was his name day. Here is to holding on to memories, and to making new ones.

Pausing to remember. Christmas Day was his name day. Here is to holding on to memories, and to making new ones.

Measuring Life in Photographs: A Reflection on 2012

"For last year’s words belong to last year’s language, and next year’s words await another voice." - T.S. Eliot

As I write this on New Year’s Eve, I have yet to decide whether I will continue the Measuring Life in Photographs project next year. In an interview in 2012, I was asked why I see the world differently through a camera. I had said, then

How differently do you see the world through the lens of a camera?

In The Art of Travel, Alain de Botton discusses the process of drawing while traveling. He remarks that drawing enables the traveler to see: to squint, to scrutinize, to look in a way that transcends the fleeting glimpse. Photography plays a similarly enabling role in my own life, even though it is more instantaneous than the process of drawing. I look through the viewfinder searching for beauty… or for surprise, incongruence, contradiction, conflict. The camera reminds me to look — to really look.

Measuring Life in Photographs was, indeed, this reminder to look — to really look. I reflected on this project halfway through and near its completion on Stories of Conflict and Love. I am so grateful for those who have shared their journey with me, and for those who cheered me on through the blurry photographs, unphotogenic memories, and moments that were too happy to want to click the shutter on. 
Thank you — and, perhaps, see you in the New Year?
My favorite stamp, on envelopes and on life. Only love. 

My favorite stamp, on envelopes and on life. Only love. 

And then, the snow came, and rendered 2012 the year I experienced the seasons again — all of them. 
I went sledding for the first time, exposed a dog to his first snowy paw marks, remembered why feeling the passage of time is important to me.

And then, the snow came, and rendered 2012 the year I experienced the seasons again — all of them. 

I went sledding for the first time, exposed a dog to his first snowy paw marks, remembered why feeling the passage of time is important to me.

Jack came into my life late this year, and made it all the more filled with love.
If you need me, I’ll be snuggling.

Jack came into my life late this year, and made it all the more filled with love.

If you need me, I’ll be snuggling.

Boston, Macy’s Christmas Tree. Christmas Day 2012.

Boston, Macy’s Christmas Tree. Christmas Day 2012.

On January 16, 2012, I copied Mary Anne Radmacher’s poem above into a brand new notebook.
I reflect on that moment, and the memories I made, lost, and evaded this year, here.

On January 16, 2012, I copied Mary Anne Radmacher’s poem above into a brand new notebook.

I reflect on that moment, and the memories I made, lost, and evaded this year, here.

Final Sabbath of the year. Uganda in my heart, Jerusalem on my mind.

Final Sabbath of the year. Uganda in my heart, Jerusalem on my mind.

Cuddle.

Cuddle.

Reflection on subway windows. Empty train, Christmas Eve.

Reflection on subway windows. Empty train, Christmas Eve.

Sketch of a girl. Whimsy on the subway platform, Christmas Eve.

Sketch of a girl. Whimsy on the subway platform, Christmas Eve.

Boston, from the end of a day hike. Breathing deeply again.

Boston, from the end of a day hike. Breathing deeply again.

Middlesex Fells pond. Frozen. Winter remembered Boston.

Middlesex Fells pond. Frozen. Winter remembered Boston.

Affection, 6 AM

Affection, 6 AM

Elijah’s capture. His caption: Fresh Pond with the darlings.

Elijah’s capture. His caption: Fresh Pond with the darlings.

Pausing to remember. Christmas Day was his name day. Here is to holding on to memories, and to making new ones.

Pausing to remember. Christmas Day was his name day. Here is to holding on to memories, and to making new ones.

Measuring Life in Photographs: A Reflection on 2012

About:

J. Alfred Prufrock measured out his life with coffee spoons. This year, I am measuring out my life in photographs. A photograph a day -- some captured with Instagram on a mobile phone, some with a DSLR, some with my favorite point-and-shoot. There are no rules, other than to look through the viewfinder searching for beauty… or for surprise, incongruence, contradiction, and conflict.

About me: My name is Roxanne Krystalli. I am a gender-related development specialist, living and working in conflict and post-conflict zones. I am also a fervent believer in the power of storytelling, and an Eternal Optimist. For more, visit http://www.storiesofconflictandlove.com.

Thank you for joining me on this journey!