103/365 Just Personal
Nothing creative is coming to mind regarding this photo. That is me as a child. I used to keep some of my baby pictures on my desk to remind me that inside me is a little girl who needs me. The sun pored through the blinds and slid across the backboard. I waited for it to cross the baby picture before I took a photo of it. I don’t know why I thought it intriguing. I still don’t know why. I like it on some visceral level even though on an aesthetic level it’s a forgettable image because it doesn’t say anything. But that’s ok. Sometimes photos are meant to be just personal.