One of the tasks of self-publishing I have looked most forward to is creating the The Last New Year’s overall look and feel. The words are the substance, of course, but answering questions about what visual context could I provide them has brought a rousing, sumptuous challenge.
My father was a photographer. Correction, my father was a lot of things at once — an engineer, a fisherman, a painter, but somewhere in there he managed to shoot a lot of film in a time when that statement could be taken literally. As it turns out, I have a box of those early photos. When I set about answering that question, I realize I need look no further than that box.
Here are a few pictures that I have hand selected for The Last New Year, moments my father captured decades ago that I felt seized some of the book’s zeitgeist. There are dozens more but these are the early leaders for inclusion.