It was a good year, sort of..

Its been many years since I spent Christmas ‘at home.’ Or at least the home I grew up in. A trip abroad, a friends cabin in the mountains, a road trip across the States, and so it goes. Most Brits, for some reason, will choose this time of year to spend time with family despite never seeing them for the whole year and then wonder why there’s fallout. But wherever I may be, Christmas for me has always been a time to look back at the last year and see what I have actually done.

One thing that always rubs me up the wrong way is when photographers, usually famous, you know the ones, talk about how you only make 12 good images a year, or one good image a year (well which is it). A daft concept in that it depends how often you go out and shoot, and of course its all very subjective. Anyway, work wise, this year was a good one, but as is often the case, not because everything was hunky dory, far from it. Times of adversity often brings out the good stuff..