Most Documented Year. . . Ever

Going through iPhoto, I started to put together a “best of” collection of all of the snapshots that I’ve taken this year. I noticed a lot of things.

I take a lot of pictures. There’s at least one image each month.

I see the things that I’ve done, and the people that I’ve spent time with. There are people I don’t see anymore, and people that I don’t see as often. I find that certain people are missing from the album, people that I feel that I should have pictures of.

There are things I need to do again. There are also things that I should never, ever do again–well, maybe on my next birthday.

I see, for the first time, a tangible, personal progression of one year’s time.

It is what a year means to me.