All months are not equal and many of the most important things that happen are never documented. Hospital stays and medical procedures are life and death but never show up in photo albums. Some months are more crowded than others: summer vacations, holidays and almost all of the month of December, with Christmas at its apex, usually feature unique and photogenic activities, so these tend to be a heavily documented months.

Morning, Dec 30, 2012 … a real snow blankets our world. Happy New Year!

Then, there are those months that are beautiful.  Autumn in New England … specifically, October … gets more attention almost the rest of the year combined. November, a visually dull month unless we have an early snow or storm, is not a natural lure to photographers. I have no pictures from March because I was in the hospital for most of it and not in the mood for photography the rest of it.

Spring flowers and gardens are magnificent, but late summer gardens can be lackluster, the best of the color having passed. Vacati0ns are documented end to end, but ordinary weeks and months pass without much notice.

So this is … and isn’t … my year. It is my photographic year, but not necessarily my real year.

January: Snowless winter by the river.

February 2012

April: The leavese were appearing on all the trees about 2 weeks early.

May garden: Dogwood in bloom.

Lilies in the garden – Late May

June: Queen Anne’s Lace near the creek.

August: Bright sunlight in the kitchen as the coffee brews.

August: Colonial Williamsburg

September: Brightest wild daisies.

September: Now, the leaves start to fall.

October: On the Mumford River.

October: On the lake, as the leaves are at their brightest.

October: Along the Canal

November: By the polling place

December: Waiting at the Dana-Farber

December: Keith Lockhart in Symphany Hall, Boston

December: Approaching Beacon Hill

December: Blooming on time, just for Chrismas.

Christmas: Under the tree.

December 28th: This morning, a dusting of snow, and early morning light makes the naked branches glow pink.