It’s truly a snow day with record snowfall for 2024. Schools are closed, but the days of a true snow day are long gone thanks to the pandemic.

Today I trying to take notes on the discussion on time and the marking of time. Time is inherently embedded in photography. The stoppage of time within the frame of the image…that’s the moment. But I focused my energies on capturing moments of my days as a wife, mother, student, volunteer, mentor, daughter, etc. in various forms: 1) on an Excel spreadsheet and 2) in book form.

The first iteration was well…blah. The second seemed more promising. I fold a paper in half and write out my daily tasks and responsibilities. Grocery lists, notes from class, notes to the kids and myself, phone numbers to call, and random thoughts all made it into the book.

I took a class called Tracing Time, which helped me to break out of the seriousness and gravity of thinking about the content and solely focus on the form.

When January 1, 2024 rolled around, I had enough time to bind the books and encase them in older book covers from discarded family/social work books from the UChicago library.

Now, it’s time to think about adding content back into the form.