Guys, people always ask me to let them know when I clean out my closet, so here it is. I’m selling a bunch of my stuff! Look through and see if anything strikes your fancy! Feel free to share it as well. :) www.lubnasellsherclothes.tumblr.com

While fumbling around on the Internet this morning (at work, might I add), I stumbled upon an article that regaled me with the story of a man who took a Polaroid photograph almost every day from March 31st, 1979 until his death on his 41st birthday on October 25th, 1997.

At first, this article touched me in a way it would any human who happens upon the passage of life and time. It incites reflection, if you let it. But, when I perused over to the actual website with all of these said photographs (http://photooftheday.hughcrawford.com/), I began to delve deeper into a moment that encroached the walls of my comfort zone and transformed me. Was it the tangible evidence of this man’s life? Was it his untimely death? Was it my love of old photographs and people and their stories? Perhaps it was all of these things. I cannot quite place what the feeling was. Words seem to fail this woman of words at the moment, but these are the moments I delight in and value the most. 

Take a minute, or 63, to look through the sea of photographs that encompassed this man’s “normal,” yet extraordinary life. It has certainly made for an interesting morning.