I’ve started reflecting on the last twelve months—a stretch I’ve been calling “a year of living.” That phrase isn’t particularly remarkable; we all live, we all look back, and plenty of us share those reflections across our digital worlds. But if you stick around, you’ll see a few of the moments that stood out for me: some travels, some people, and the everything-in-between that makes a year what it is.

Since last December, I’ve really lived. Part of that meant working, and the mantra that carried me through was simple: just be a photographer. On its own, that might not sound groundbreaking. But for me, choosing to just be a photographer—to step fully into that identity—was a huge shift. It marked the end of a period defined by upheaval and healing, and the beginning of a version of myself I’m genuinely proud of. The work I made this year feels like the most “me” I’ve ever put into the world.

And woven through all of it—adventure, fun, challenge, creativity—were the parts that mattered most: connection, curiosity, and the people who crossed my path. Those moments of human connection are the things I live for, both personally and professionally.

So here’s the year, in all its living—captured in the frames that tell it better than I ever could.

I am trying to make, before I get through, a picture of the whole world — or as much of it as I have seen. Boiling it down always, rather than spreading it out too thin.

– Ernest Hemingway