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…