A mournful candlelit walk to commemorate AIDS day. A shot that would never run in my paper, but one I'm proud of. Streaks of light in the darkness, as good a metaphor for my photography this year as any.
Or for my photography career, who can say. I've been optimistic for a long time about newspapers, but the past few months have shaken my faith. They might really go away. That would be a tragedy for our country, I truly believe that. Papers are the shoddy dam holding back a river of corruption and greed, the flickering spotlight on innovation and the brakes on radicalism. We need them, and will miss them when they are gone.
Thanks as always for the attention.