Looking back, 2025 would sometimes feel like this recent shot I took, overlooking DTLA, like a scorched graveyard on the side of an all too well trodden path of dwindling hope, lost dreams and lives, like they were, just moments, weeks, months or a few years earlier. I’m exceedingly grateful for my good fortunes, still being able to weather the storms and avoiding fully succumbing to fears of the unknown, what lies ahead … Thanks and much love to all the good humans (and a feline) I’ve been so fortunate to be able know and rely on … Bring it on 2026, and may it bring you all that you need and much that you want.