2022 was both one of the most painful and productive years of my life. Three trips to the ER (two by ambulance)- and did I mention a month long bout with the dreaded varmints from hell... bedbugs? And yet, and yet, throughout it all, photographs seemed to sometimes fall into my very lap- and good thing too, since it was probably my one sole link to sanity throughout. All the while knowing that a drought could and would most likely drop at any time.
The beginning of every new year brings with it the anxiety of what you will create, how much you will create, and just how good it will be. Fortunately, I've learned to take it in stride more than previously, but the anxiety persists nonetheless. And the early winter months always promises fewer results, promoting that anxiety further still until things warm up, people come out, and photo ops are more abundant come spring.
But you try and collect whatever you can (while one still can), usually not Pulitzers, but keepers nonetheless...
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| All Photos: © S. Banos |
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| All Photos: © S. Banos |
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