It is truth enough to be a cliché: the more I learn about photography, and the better I get at it, the less about it I understand.
Here are ten shots from this year I feel the luckiest to have captured when I did. In no particular order. Four from my phone.
They’re not of neon signs, or clouds, or designs drawn in foam in a mug.
They’re of moments.
Moments that in many cases did not exist when my brain sent a message to my finger to activate the shutter.
Intersections of emotion and light and time.
Moments recorded in 0s and 1s that will not be repeated.
Like the face of a boy who won’t look me in the eye.
Or the rush that comes from knowing that it’s done.
Or the flight from one more ocean wave, lapping ever closer at your heels.