It wasn't until October that I realized we were most of the way through 2017—and that I'd only printed photos up to my trip to Portland in January. January, yikes! Right now I'm working forwards and backwards in time, in two separate albums. I'm working forwards from February and backwards from October. And forwards in time too, I guess, because things keep happening and I keep going places and taking photos. Because I don't want to forget any of it.
I hate the whole idea of "being behind" or "catching up" as if it is an obligation or a burden, because really it's not. And if there's anything that proves keeping a photo album is a worthy endeavor, it's 2016. Last year was a really rough one for me. I struggled a lot. Looking back at these pages from last fall, I am reminded that there were good times too. And of the people I love who got me through it, who made last year better than it was.
Here's the last of 2016—the good, the bad and the ugly.