For the last ten years — since the day circumstances forced me to cast off childhood — I have enjoyed seasons with more immediacy when they are a half-year away. By that I mean Yuletide, the first snow, spring's bloom, autumn's turn or torrid summer days can be savored without the distractions and worries of daily living. Caught in the moment, I have only my camera and the best discipline of my will to commit to print and memory the beauty around me as I attend to this or that matter.
This year has delivered quite a yield of trials and passions.