My first audio slideshow on the oldest overnight protester at Occupy Wall Street, also known as the reason I’ve been too busy to post on Meridian.

A fond look back at three years working for Patrick McMullan Company.

There was a protest in Lower Manhattan this afternoon, against Wall Street and capitalism in general. As Wall Street falls in my beat for my journalism program (more on that later, promise) I biked down with my camera and notepad.

The Observer loves to call me when I’m about to teach at 3rd Ward. When I last shot for them, I got to rush out of class to go shoot. This time, however, I had to shoot in the Upper Eastside and then teach in Bushwick 30 minutes later. For non-New Yorkers, let me explain – that doesn’t sound remotely conceivable.

I’ve been dreaming of Mexico City since an admirer in college tried to impress me with a story about an drug-fueled drive through the night to go to one party there. I was fascinated with the dedication to get to the scene, if not the participant.

The past year my dad, J Parson, pushed his music career ever higher with the release of his fifth CD.

My January saw partiers, beachgoers and teenagers. All in all, it wasn’t a bad start to 2011.

The first snowfall of the season brought me to the beach. Seriously.

The first time shooting for the New York Observer found me at a dark bar at 11pm on a Monday night after teaching a photo class. Did I mention I biked there in the snow?

An interesting thing happened after driving back into the United States from Vancouver, British Columbia in July. Something that would have been a nightmare had I been on assignment.