It's Only A Year

Two-thousand-nine was some year. I might be tempted, even, to say it was too much — too much time in a car, too much time in an airplane, too much time sleeping in questionable beds. Perhaps, if in view of my prior preferences; not enough time peeling the yellow binding of books, under the warm covers of home's bedsheets, sharing dinner with closest friends — the things I tend to think of as most valuable.

I can say with confidence it was among the most interesting, provocative, and important years I've lived (not because all of it was fun, but because all of it contributed to growth [plus I haven't lived many]). And to know that extra weight which might form the category "too much" I'm glad to say was carried by the wonderful people I was given through my traveling an opportunity to meet, who I consider — because of 2009's content — some of the most valuable by the moments we shared that've deeply affected and changed me.

Early on in the year as I gazed across a brimming calendar, I comitted I would make a special effort as it went to be sure to keep a digital scrapbook to remember, remind, and rehearse what exactly I was experiencing in my travels outside of the photos themselves — signposts of who I might be becoming through all of it.

So this is who I was, where I went, and who, through each of these trips and all they embody, was able to become. A collection of little ditties from my iPhone and typography pieces I often made in the middle-of-a-hotel-room-night.