At the time of this writing, it's been nearly two and half years since I've started, and I have amassed quite the collection of photographs. I do this because, again, I feel the urge to document life. When I look back on my Journal, I can bring up the image that I took on that day to immediately remember how I was dressed, what I looked like, whether or not I had a zit on my face or not, who I was with, and a host of other information. Like journal writing, I've found this task to be highly rewarding, even if it requires me to be consistent. While I was compiling the list of pictures, I came across a shocking, though obvious, realization.
Every day is treated with no less and no more priority than any other day.
My Ultimate Dislocation took up one picture out of the 350 listed, but its effects last through the end of this gallery. My trip to France was highly memorable, but in this reel of daily photos, it has no visible greater importance than the days I just stayed at home. One day, one picture, all treated equally except when our memories take control. This proves the point that we should endeavor to make every day a special day, a memorable day. Originally, I was going to create this gallery based on the calendar year, but I realized that the calendar year is a construct created by man, something I didn't necessarily have to follow.