It occurs to me I don't know what to do with all of my pictures.  Some have homes in their respective and ongoing projects, some are iPhone only and live on Instagram, then there's the rest of everything else I take.  In my mind, I can't break from story-telling.  It is an ongoing visual, and sometimes written narrative, with the home for the daily written meandering in Instagram.  Today as I rode out to the beach, I thought:  I am going to post everything I take today throughout the week and just say "From Sunday".  Then I thought about a book, then I worried about "the other days" and felt bad that they wouldn't have their "home".  Would I start a "From" for every day?  No.  Then I thought about a book of a whole year of "From Sunday" images.  I don't need another project.  Not even close.  It doesn't matter.  My process is my process and perhaps having a mini-home for a bunch of images that seem to have no home and the vast majority do get taken on Sunday, why not. These are "From Sunday".  

October 16 | 2016

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