2011: A Year in Photos

Another year over, and what a year it was. I don’t really know how I’ll look back on 2011. I tend to be reflective around my birthday, and not as much at this time of year, but I’m feeling, well, reflective as the hours tick down toward 2012. I haven’t written here for real in a while, and I’d really like to change that in the new year. 2011 held a lot of good and bad, and as it draws to a close, we’re fully into the good, and I am so glad for that. I have a lot of hope for 2012, and I like that feeling. This past year tested me in new ways, stretched my patience and my ability to have hope that things would get better. I turned 30. I left my beloved apartment to move a whole county north to live with Dan finally, and that has been truly awesome, even if I still miss my beach and my pizza and my bagels. I suppose that other than turning 30 and getting a tattoo, I will look back on 2011 most as the year I made a huge career change, one that I was scared to make. I’m not a librarian any more, and I don’t have any regrets. So here are my favorite photos from this past year… I can’t wait to see what 2012 brings, and I hope you all have a wonderful and happy new year!

I'm looking
stripes are orderly and predictable, unlike life
no hitters
handmade52.10 super giant cowl
blue skies and hope
now THAT's a beer sampler
two hours later
waterfront bokeh
1.365 :: 30
18.365 :: thirteen
mildly suspicious
the salt marsh
37.365 :: Day at the Races
33.365 :: it's a metaphor
51.365 :: carlos o'connor's
52.365 :: Mets vs Cubs
101.365 :: urban jungle
107.365 :: evening glow
139.365 :: the glowy best
149.365 :: sparkle
152.365 :: crystals
159.365 :: lights and bricks
162.365 :: the Navesink at night
164.365 :: goodbye, 2011!

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