. . . actually, that should read (366) but due to an error; I used no. 136 twice (!), it looks as if I'm finishing a day early.
And so it ends.
366 days; 366 photographs.
Each one taken on the day that it was supposed to have been taken, albeit uploaded at my convenience and in at least one instance, in the wrong order but all taken as and when they should have been, nonetheless.
It's been quite a challenge; don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Finding something to shoot every single day isn't as straightforward as it sounds.
There have been days where the weather precluded venturing outside, days when greater responsibilities than getting a photograph of someone's cat had to take preference, days when I really couldn't be arsed and days when I simply found myself running out of time.
Oh yes! There were lots of those!
Time, I found, was my greatest enemy. Even in the early days when my work only took up a part of my day and then months of unemployment, still I found that there were insufficient hours in the day to shoot something even remotely worthwhile.
A new job involving more hours bizarrely opened up a new avenue of opportunity as I found myself close to to my favoured haunt, "Priory Gardens" and a (very) short walk to the town centre. Certainly a short enough walk to be able to venture out at lunchtimes.
I've used four different cameras and three mobile phones to complete this journey, each of which have displayed their strengths and weaknesses in equal quantities.
I've found myself at the far end of town, faced with a tremendous opportunity, only to find that I've packed the camera, the flash, some spare batteries and another lens but not an SD card in sight. I've gone out in the snow and wind only to realise that I hadn't taken that day's shot and having left my cameras indoors, had to make do with the phone in my pocket.
I've also though, spent many happy, lazy afternoons in the park photographing the squirrels and whatever took my eye. I've climbed to the top of the downs and photographed cattle from the centre of the herd. I've acquired hundreds of record shots of a guided busway that's nearing completion nearby. Buterflies, birds and all kinds of motor vehicles have been captured.
Recently, I overcame my dislike of photographing people. One of the greengrocers (no apostrophe!) on the local market gave me an apple when I asked if I could take a few shots of him.
Another of the highlights of this venture was finally taking some decent shots of a magpie; a bird I've strived to photograph successfully for some years.
Have I learned anything from it . . . ?
Well, yes, of course I have. I've always been an opportunist when it comes to taking photographs, in fact, I've always been an opportunist, full stop.
I see and always have seen photographs waiting to be taken in situations where others just see banality but doing this has made me more so. I've become more aware of my surroundings. The colours of things, whether 'that sky' might be worth shooting and saving for later, drab red brick buildings have suddenly become interesting, shapely structures.
Has my photography improved in any way because of it . . . ?
Not so sure of the answer to that. You people may need to look at some of these shots and sit in judgement.
I'd like to think that the experience has led to my getting better results but I guess that everyone, finding themselves in this position thinks that.
Not that I care particularly.
All I know is that I began this madness twelve months ago with the intention that I should take a shot every day and that I should seek the determination to see it through to the end.
And that's what I've done!