Sometimes, the Seven Day Collective will feature a prompt or theme at the beginning of the week (examples: take a picture of a landscape; take a portrait; take a picture of an animal; etc.). All the photographers are encouraged to take similar pictures on those weeks, following the theme given. There will always be an example photograph that follows the theme. These theme weeks will be infrequent. The beginning of a new week is considered to be MONDAY, so it would be wise to check the Monday post to see what the Collective is doing on that week.
Along with their photo, the artist can include something they would like to say: an explanation of how the photo was taken, a discussion on how the picture was inspired, or a short story of the week of the photographer... whatever they'd like! So long as the entry is brief. The artist is free to write in any language they wish, but should try to keep the entries no longer than 400 words.
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Each update should be in this order:
[photograph]
[optional title]
[optional text entry]
[optional title]
[optional text entry]
The following is an example of how an official entry should appear.
Maze
It was a quote that rang true for me more than most. "You've never been to a city until you've gotten lost in it." When you step into a foreign city for the first time, you do so as an outsider - a tourist - a mere stranger to such a gargantuan place. That's the way cities like you; they tolerate strangers, not accept them; locals only. That's how I felt when I traveled to Chicago. But that's why I ventured onto the streets alone, zigzagging the checkerboard streets, searching for the soul of Chicago. I found it. It welcomed me as a friend. I became one with the city in a sense that can only be expressed as perfect.
It was a quote that rang true for me more than most. "You've never been to a city until you've gotten lost in it." When you step into a foreign city for the first time, you do so as an outsider - a tourist - a mere stranger to such a gargantuan place. That's the way cities like you; they tolerate strangers, not accept them; locals only. That's how I felt when I traveled to Chicago. But that's why I ventured onto the streets alone, zigzagging the checkerboard streets, searching for the soul of Chicago. I found it. It welcomed me as a friend. I became one with the city in a sense that can only be expressed as perfect.