In our previous home in the city, I would take a photo from the rear window most days of the garden behind the house. Those images showed the subtle changes day to day that became broader changes with time.
In this home here in a small town, I haven’t kept up the practice mostly because our windows are scratched 1950’s tempered glass and don’t make for clear photos.
But I’ve taken it up again because I reminded myself that the practice wasn’t about the clarity or quality of the photos but the act of making a record.
I need to remind myself more often that even a “flawed” action can develop into a record or a voice that can ring true.