365 has been focusing so much of my free time on myself this year that I haven't taken the time to photograph some of my favorite people in a while. People who are so easy to capture in beautiful photographs.
Have I become so used to finding contrived ways of capturing myself that I am no longer interested in the sweet, candid images of others? Hardly. But it's kind of nice that I have to remind myself to take them.
I've recommended 365 to a few friends who don't really enjoy looking at themselves, because it's the perfect cure for self loathing.
First, it takes it to a whole new level of loathing, but then it breaks the abhorrence with familiarity, creativity, and attention to detail. The critical eye becomes a more balanced critic, acknowledging the good with the bad. The next thing you know, you don't even see yourself as yourself, and you certainly don't hate what you see.
(365 Day 213)
Sure I still see lines, scars, greasy hair at times (just being honest, here), but it's more about the composition, how light reflects on me, and this moment of my life. The history, the reality of this thing God made.