There’s always a bit of discord that comes along with the end of each year. In my opinion, this has to do with the way that we draw arbitrary lines that tend to try to force us to close the book on one span of time, body of work, or chapter in our lives. I’ve always felt like these lines are a little unruly and don’t lend themselves to the slower things that are more germane to the human experience. In short, life –just like photography –doesn’t really give a damn about the boundaries we try to impose on it.