Well, that time of year has come again. It’s the time when Peter insists on engaging in some sadomasochistic form of torture by insisting I cull through 1000+ photographs and pick my favorites. Its akin to asking someone to pick their favorite child. At least this year he gave me 15, instead of the usual 10.
As I was looking through the year, I was struck by the variety of experiences I had. From the superbloom of the desert southwest, to the southwest icon Las Vegas, to iconic old England, to the ancient glacier-carved landscapes of New Zealand. I noticed I remain consistently attracted to intimate landscapes and abstracts, natural and urban, while continuing to try to push myself to “see wide”.
So here they are, in no particular order (if I had to rank order them I would quit trying to engage in this nonsensical exercise – I only do this much to preserve martial harmony).
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