Twelve photos, one for each month of 2024. They are not the greatest. They are not even particularly good. They are not the worst either.
They are all small pieces of life, now put together. Moments when I stopped, went out of autopilot, became aware of what was going on.
The end of the year has always has some sort of magic for me. I know it’s a human convention when the year start or ends, or how we divide time, but I’m holding on to this tiny piece of magic.
When we’re kids, the world is full of unknown and magic. Then we grow up and the magic of childhood fades away. If we’re lucky, we manage to recreate another kind of magic as adults by doing things we’re passionate about, being surrounded by people we trust and care about, feeling connected and in flow.
Merry Christmas everybody!
Happy new year! I enjoyed your 12 photos. Keep up the good work. Yes, the magic of the holidays vanishes when we become adults.