Today marks the first day of meteorological spring and even though it still looks and feels a lot like winter while I write this, I have to say that I’m really thankful this past season stayed as mild as it did. I went into it with an immense feeling of dread and uncertainty at the days to come and though it was predictably dark and dreary a lot of the time, I’m happy we didn’t have to deal with single-digit to below-zero wind chills for weeks on end or dig out from under a two-foot layer of snow like last year because I’m not sure I would have gotten out of bed.
I’m also really thankful to be making pictures for a living. There were a lot of times when I was feeling down on myself the past few months and then I’d get an assignment like the one that sent me to a food pantry packed with families, or the one when I saw a small child asleep at a table in a homeless shelter with silverware still in his hands. Another time I found myself getting paid to simply take pictures of the weather and I crossed paths with William, pictured here, who was covered in ash and dust from working his first odd job of the day and had to push his bike through a fresh blanket of snow to the next, and the next.
Moments like these snapped me back to reality and helped me come to terms with the fact that in the grand scheme of things, the issues in my life that had me feeling like I was getting kicked while I was down were pretty fucking petty compared to what a lot of people have to deal with.
That all said, I’m still really happy the dark days of this past winter are coming to a close and everything is getting brighter once again.