los angeles, before the storm.
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I returned to New York the day after Christmas, to an epic storm of work and non-work madness. Buried beneath the covers this New Years Day morning, I still can’t quite figure out how I managed to survive the last seven days. Or even what, exactly, just happened. One finds solace where one can in these moments, and for me that means enjoying these photos, taken while I was home — instances of calm that I should have savored far more, had I known what was going transpire just days later.
But it is a new year, and while I’m not one for resolutions, I do believe in fresh starts. First pages, if you will. Happy New Year, everyone.
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Wow beautiful photos.