Every year I take tons of photos and I only publish a handful of them. Some of the reasons why this occurs is because I have no time to edit them all or I link their publication to a blog post so they have to fit the story (or vice versa), because I am prone to keep some in order to use them in future projects and also, because I usually reject those which for a reason or another I don´t find passable. To be honest, my opinion regarding this last issue is not always reliable as I am extremely perfectionist, but I apply my own criteria anyway.
Consequently, it happens that at the end of the year I have thousands of photos that haven´t been brought to the light and most of them will remain always in my files.
I already have come to terms with this, I know photography is part of a more complex practice but I often think I should rescue a few and I have finally done it.
There are not the best, nor the more meaningful. They are just photos that caught my eye while I was going over my files… maybe because they contain the essence of this year.
In fact, this year
I exerted myself to find a happy medium and expressed gratitude for both darkness and clarity
I allowed myself to feel amazed by everyday beauty and ordinary miracles
I accepted that masters and angels come in all forms and accepted guidance
I learnt about the nature of human relationships
I dared to fly and felt free
I cultivated my creativity and treasured delicacy
I gone with the flow and abandoned old resistances
I experienced sweetness and felt lucky
I grew and learnt my lessons even when it hurts
I got to know new friends and welcomed new experiences
I felt valued and respected and created new good memories
I thought about ageing and death and have -almost- come to terms with them
I appreciated true friendship and the precious moments I share with old (and new) friends
I focused on light and embraced joy
I worked hard and planned new journeys