I was listening to the scanner on Christmas weekend, that's what normal people do. Lightning had struck a house and rain was coming down pretty hard. No one was hurt, but I remember the rain because I had holes in my shoes.

I arrived to the scene, shot a few frames and waited for a PIO to arrive. He was taking his time. As my shoes became personal swimming pools and fire fighters coiled up hoses, I thought about the last year.

To be honest, they were discouraging notions.

People who motivated me to pursue journalism are strongly considering getting out of the biz. A few months ago, our photo editor (and friend) position was eliminated. We said goodbye to someone who fostered growth and a happy workplace. I could have a job where my feet stay dry. Times are rough, but I was inspired, not dismayed.

I remembered the amazing people I met. Individuals who I worked with or reported on. Now, our small team is now responsible for all content we produce; a challenge I look forward to every day. I also shared a byline with NBA's all time leading point scorer, what's up Kareem Abdul-Jabbar? I'm very fortunate to take photos as a career. I can't imagine doing anything different.