Oh my, my

 2012 was often a sassy little wench, who seemed to spend much of her time pointing and laughing at me as I walked past her in the halls. There were many days that I absolutely hated her. But nearly every moment I was about to tell her we couldn't be friends any more and she was uninvited to my birthday party, she went ahead and showed me what a beautiful life I really have. Well play, 2012. Well played.

But I got news for you, '12. 2013 has a pool, and cable and I am pretty sure we are gonna be BFFs.

Our 2012, in photos from Grant Shellen on Vimeo.

Oh my, my. Who's that child? Where is he going to? Why is he so wild? What is he staring at? Why is he so taken? Seems like he's choosing to believe. Even when he's faking.

It always feels like I'm waiting for something.