Suppose I had decided on a project. Suppose this project involved my predisposition to consider the mundane as worth of artistic attention as faraway landscapes. Suppose this project would involve the photographing of mundane activities as fine art subjects. Suppose this would be a thing.
Also, a self-portrait. Which is either me asserting my sense of self coming into the new year or narcissism.
The months of July, August, and September were prolific and satisfying. Some of my favorite images of the year fall within these three months.
Exhaustion and lack of time conspired today so that the work I produced was crap by any meaningful standard. This happens.
So today we dig deep and look back over several years so that I can present to you whatever caught my fancy.