Gird your loins, because the lions about to be out of the bag.

Next year’s photo project is:

The Year of Words.

The Blacksmith is forging the logo for us, as has become tradition.

Why mess with perfection?

I have also selected a handful of contributors to give me a list of words for the year.

I vastly underestimated my contributors.

I thought to myself, surely they will all send words in slowly over the next six weeks.

And there’ll be a lot of overlapping words.

We have already cleared 300 words.

I’m currently awaiting the last few words from Saint Henry’s Society for Epeolatry.

Or whatever I end up calling the group of contributors.

They were a lot more efficient than I credited them.

Anyway, here’s the run down.

Everyday there’ll be a word of the day.

Think Pee Wee’s Playhouse style.

And I’ll be theming the photo for the day around the day of the day.

That simple.

Or so I thought until I solicited words.

Let’s just say I’ve already had to order a live pine tree for one of the photos.

I don’t plan on spending a fortune on this year’s project, but a few things will have to be acquired.

The good news is that I’ll have all the words soon which will allow me to work on planning photos for the next month or so before 2021 starts.

That’ll be nice.

So, anyway, there you have it.

The plan for next year.

As for right now, my whole household tested negative for COVID-19.

So I got to escape, uh, I mean go back to work yesterday.

I did a whole week’s worth of work yesterday.

Which wore me the fuck out…

And today is Friday?

What the crap.

This week is all fucked up.

I need more coffee.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC