this time last year i was in the midst of multimedia hell after having been up since 3am and walking 7+ miles with the broughton high school band in the tournament of roses parade in pasadena. having to feed the print beast and online beast and edit down a timelapse video from 2k photos all within an east coast deadline it was a great (albeit a tad stressful) way to start out a great year.
and, never having an overwhelming urge to ever visit Smogville USA, i had no idea i would like LA as much as i did. for a new york boy now living in the flatlands of NC what a crazy-beautiful visual mix of concrete and palm trees. water, desert and mountains.
it's an abusive relationship, photojournalism is these days, it seems. a lopsided state of affairs where as photographers we give of ourselves in a manner more adherent to ideas and ideals. carrying the torch in worn out shoes; butting against corporate practicals yet still redrawing the line in the sand just a little farther down now. and again. and again.
the silver lining in all this may not put food on the table or pay the rent but it's there. i had to travel 2500 miles to remind me of it once. my resolution this year is to not forget it again.