At the beginning-ish of each year when it’s still to cold to be outside for very long but I’ve gotten enough distance from the year prior, I go back and cull through all of the photos I made that year before. It’s partly practical; I weed through and decide which ones I really want to keep. But it’s also a meditation on where I’ve been. In looking at last year’s pictures it was interesting to see just how many images spoke about solitude.
It’s funny to me how solitude is so frequently confused with loneliness. Often when I gain the most solitude is when I feel the least alone. It’s usually in these small moments I’m reminded that I am enough.