From time to time, I remind myself that this entire introspective project would go much quicker, if I didn’t have to write a story each day. I could simply snap a quick photo, run the image through a Photoshop-makes-life-look-so-awesome filter, and be done with the whole thing; however, the process of writing and thinking and retrospecting is the actual objective of the project, in conjunction with the discipline of producing one photograph each day.

I admit that the process of cataloging your own preferences, personal history, habits, actions, and motives is not for the faint at heart, but it is something that everyone should do at some point in their life. With that being said, today’s entry will be short and sweet, just like my darling daughter who photobombed my iPhone.

The car ride to Chippewa, PA, lasted about an hour. The girls’ basketball game was a success—they won 19-6—afterward, dinner at Eat’n Park. My daughter asked to borrow my phone; she snapped this self-portrait before we reached the restaurant. The car ride home was estimated to last another hour.

Inquiring, although I already knew the answer, I asked “what do you need it for?”

“I don’t have anything to do for the ride home,” she responds.

“Why don’t you stare out the window, and write a book about the things that you see? You can title it ‘The Girl Who Was Bored For Fifty-six Minutes’!”

And then she begins, narrating each chapter…”Chapter One: it’s dark out and there’s nothing to see. Chapter Two: fifty-five minutes until we get home. Chapter Three: still nothing to see.”

I’m delighted that my children share the same strange and unusual sense of humor that I have in my own personality.