I am not a photographer. It doesn't matter who I am. I am anonymous, but I am not hidden.

In January of 2006 I decided to take 10 digital photos every day for life. Each photo is marked with its date and a time. I was there. No days were missed.

Instead of keeping a log or journal. I decided to write a series of books:

Odysseus

The rose petals arrived at dawn. Up from the other side of the Earth; glowing, red, massless particles of antimatter with razor sharp teeth of energy; passing unnoticed through the core, the melted metal, and the rocky dirt crust of the surface of the world. Odysseus was waiting. He typed furiously into his laptop, "May Apollo grant I get the glory." His team spent the night working through the math. Now by day, they fought back using quantum chromodynamics to reduce the red fanged particles to harmless neutrinos. It was a battle of the massless, nothing vs nothing. Hours after the attack, Odysseus lamented that the physics, while useful, was, like the moon itself, not fully understood.

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Odysseus

Finally, sitting down for dinner Mrs. Odysseus recalled the events of the morning. Achilles, buried with his data, "Everything is in Everything," written on his gravestone in neo-nonexistent ceramic gel, World Wide Warriors and Actors Equity cardholders everywhere tossing silicone coated chips with everything they knew into the unrecoverable hole. And now she sat before a plate of perpetual potatoes.

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