Sometime in the weeks just before the dawn of 2012, I snapped a rad pic of a sunset on my way home from work, around 5pm, and hashtagged it:
And then I got this sweet idea that one of my creative projects for the new year could be to take a picture everyday – no matter what I was doing, who I was with, or where I was – at exactly 5pm, and to post it with the hashtag, #its5oclocksomewhere. It would be an online, digital, photographic diary of sorts, chronicling my life one day at a time by forever encapsulating exactly what I was experiencing at 5pm on any given day.
I set an alarm on my phone for 5pm everyday and started taking pictures. I got plenty of hilarious “bathroom stall in public washroom,” “at the farmer’s market, can’t decide which kind of apples to buy”, and “mad-dashing into the bank before it closes” kind of shots. You know, the real exciting stuff. But I also got shots of small memories and unexpected adventures. Like being out for drinks with friends after work, taking a walk for some fresh air and finding an undiscovered path to a gorgeous spot, curling up with a cup of tea and a good book, making dinner and sipping wine with friends, having a games night on a lazy Sunday, enjoying a gorgeous drive along some backroads… All of the small, but beautiful, moments that make life, life. The moments you wouldn’t necessarily remember, but you certainly don’t want to forget. And for that reason, the project was a success.
Except for one unseen and very unfortunate turn of events: That awkward moment when you slip your phone into your back pocket on the way to the washroom and, as you go to take your seat, you hear the tell tale splash of your phone falling out of your pocket and into the toilet.
And, unfortunately, it never recovered.
And as a result, I haven’t been doing #its5oclocksomewhere for a long while. Because, as much as I love my DLR, let’s be honest, I hardly have it on me at exactly 5pm on any given day. My iPhone had been my go-to tool for this project.
But I recently decided that I didn’t want to give this project up and started brainstorming other ways that I could express and share what was happening in my life at exactly 5pm. I thought of drawing a picture, instead of snapping one, but, let’s face it: I don’t want to spend 365 days drawing stick figures, and there certainly isn’t a person in the world that wants to look at 365 stick figure pictures of my life. So I scratched that idea. Back to the drawing board. (No pun intended … God, I’m hilarious.)
That’s when I thought of writing. Writing is a means of expression and story-telling, as is photography, and something that would be far less likely to make me, or others, want to bang their heads up against a wall. A-ha! Writing it is!
Allll of that to say: I am picking up my #its5oclocksomewhere project once again! And I am going to reconvene it using writing as my means. Each day, I will record the moment I was experiencing when the clock struck 5pm, and I will share those experiences here. Because life is, simply, the sum total of every day’s small experiences. And they are worth remembering.