Twenty Twelve; Thirty One.

2012 is, roughly speaking, over.

It was equal parts sunset and surprise.

I learned about wishing. About wanting.

About flying high. 

Crashing hard,

Burning mistakes.

About the meaning of preparedness; about always being ready. 

About homecoming.

But I couldn’t expect this; my expectations were too low.

Blame that on a lot of things, most of all myself.

But the flip side of blame is credit. I wear the marks to show it.

Yes, I made this happen, a few hundred times.

And this.

And this.

And this. 

And this.

And this.

And this.

And this.

And this.

And this.

And this.

And this.

Yeah, I can claim credit for a lot of things. But what is the value of this –

Without this?

I thought I knew, but – I didn’t. Couldn’t.

I thought I knew about ties.

About family.

About partnership.

Not really. Turns out it was all better than I expected. Easier. Faster. Clearer.

With enough lensing,

enough vision,

some dumb luck, and a sixth sick sense of enjoyment,

multiplied by endless

choices,

the messy, pricey bounty


of

the Big City

we made a time

and a place

special to more than just us.

Justice, self served, soft-served

with a knife

on ice

and shared aims

coming together

over sunset.

Parents.

Sister, Nephews,

Brothers,

Friends,

Inspirations,

Muses,

Yeah, Friends,

It was great.

Better than I expected. Deeper.

Bigger hauls.

Better visuals.

Smarter projects.

Louder sounds.

More saturated sunsets.

Bigger love.

Yes.