Days pass. New ones come. Events merge in memory, or leave it completely, perhaps never to be recalled by anyone ever again, as if they never happened.

My attempt at doing a PAD was primarily about boosting my photographic skills, "eye" and actually being able to remember for once where the naffing white balance command is without having to reach for the manual. But a side effect, at least earlier in the year when I was doing a photo every day, is that it serves as a journal. Ask me what I was doing on 11 July 2009 and I'd have no idea. Ask me about 11 July 2010, and I know that I was wandering the streets of Melbourne before dawn, finally finding myself in a lonely McDonalds. This is the biggest thing I miss about true PADing which is why I need to get back to it.

In this case I've done a composite of some of the things that have been filling my days for the last few weeks, often interrelated. Isabelle The Navigator is a curious book, written by a guy but superficially chick lit if you don't look more closely at it. For me, this is about a person as well as the book, though the book was much more satisfactory and less disappointing than the person was in the end given the investment of three weeks of my time. (In the person, not the book.) Beyond it can be seen the registration renewal for my car. I dropped it off for its annual service and inspection on a Friday a few weeks back, went into the city for some routine blood tests (ah! Forgot about those until now!), and after lunch walked through Chinatown and Ultimo (oh, to have had a camera!) to find one of only two known copies of Isabelle at Dymocks Broadway. I read it on the bus going back to the service centre. This also reminds me of the cup of coffee I had at a nearby McDonalds while I read the book, checked my e-mail, and waited for my car. It was, not coincidentally, also the start of contact with "Isabelle" the person, who in turn led me to look at different restaurants resulting in me buying the Good Food Guide.

Ultimately everything's connected, however tenuously.

And of course the other booklet is the guide to Sculptures By The Sea, which has taken up a lot of my time shooting and cataloguing and preparing photos.

Were I to be taking a photo every day, these issues would all be spread out and result in far shorter commentaries.