My 45th
My 45th
My 44th -or- The Year of the Three Crises
My 44th -or- The Year of the Three Crises
My 43rd -or- Broken Heart & Broken Elbow
My 43rd -or- Broken Heart & Broken Elbow
My 42nd -or- The Slack Year
My 42nd -or- The Slack Year
My 41st -or- The Year of One Hundred Cameras
My 41st -or- The Year of One Hundred Cameras
My 40th -or- A Journal of the Plague Year
My 40th -or- A Journal of the Plague Year
My 39th -or- The Year I Became A Leica Owner, With All the Rights and Privileges Pertaining Thereto
My 39th -or- The Year I Became A Leica Owner, With All the Rights and Privileges Pertaining Thereto
My 38th -or- The Year Where I Was Weirdly Obsessed with the Color Yellow
My 38th -or- The Year Where I Was Weirdly Obsessed with the Color Yellow
My 37th -or- The Year my Photo Year became a Photo Decade
My 37th -or- The Year my Photo Year became a Photo Decade
My 36th -or- The Year of Heartbreak, like, the physical kind, where my actual heart literally stopped working properly
My 36th -or- The Year of Heartbreak, like, the physical kind, where my actual heart literally stopped working properly
My 35th -or- The Year I Learnt the Fiddle
My 35th -or- The Year I Learnt the Fiddle
My 34th -or- The Year I Saw America, then saw South America
My 34th -or- The Year I Saw America, then saw South America
My 33rd -or- The Year I Was an Angry Volcano God
My 33rd -or- The Year I Was an Angry Volcano God
My 32nd -or- the year I got to see and photograph more boobs than I'd ever seen or photographed in all previous years combined
My 32nd -or- the year I got to see and photograph more boobs than I'd ever seen or photographed in all previous years combined
My 31st -or- The Year In Which I Learned To Play The Ukulele, And Also Everything Else In My Life Completely Changed Too
My 31st -or- The Year In Which I Learned To Play The Ukulele, And Also Everything Else In My Life Completely Changed Too
My 30th -or- The Year In Which I Ended Up A Thirty-Year-Old Man Living In My Parents' Basement
My 30th -or- The Year In Which I Ended Up A Thirty-Year-Old Man Living In My Parents' Basement
My 29th -or- What would, if I lived in the world of Logan's Run (the movie, not the book) be my last year of life before Carrousel, assuming I didn't decide to become a runner instead.
My 29th -or- What would, if I lived in the world of Logan's Run (the movie, not the book) be my last year of life before Carrousel, assuming I didn't decide to become a runner instead.
My 28th -or- A collection which will hopefully eventually clock in at 366 photographs (it being a leap year) chronicling the days between October 20th, 2007 and October 20th, 2008
My 28th -or- A collection which will hopefully eventually clock in at 366 photographs (it being a leap year) chronicling the days between October 20th, 2007 and October 20th, 2008
My 32nd over 7
My 32nd over 7
My 31st over 7
My 31st over 7
My 30th over 7
My 30th over 7
My 29th over 7
My 29th over 7