In some ways, 2013 feels like a lost year. I wrote less. I was pickier about my photos. I experienced things with my own eyes, with fewer lenses, and spent less time retelling.
But maybe I was just lazier.
Months blurred together.
I cherished time with friends the most. It usually involved food.
Portland became another home. I dream about banana cream pie regularly.
I got older. It was an amazing day.
I made new friends in unexpected ways.
I worked on more projects and photographed more friends than ever before. I confirmed that love is my favorite thing to shoot.
I rekindled my love for film.
I couldn't contain my wanderlust.
There are a lot of details from this year that feel like they're missing, but I think they're ones to keep close to my heart.
Here's to the New Year. I hope it's all you dream it to be.