It was a year of increasing independence—for both the son and the mother. It was the year for connecting it all, making workflow improvements, breathing better. There was eating, sleeping, mailing letters, discovering Pinterest, writing blog posts and one well-executed major surgery closely followed by the even more life-altering discovery of books by Jonathan Franzen. (The joke is yes, I had a half-cup of cartilege cut out of my head, but what I’m really going to remember when I look back on June 2013 is that it’s when I read The Corrections. Something about claiming life with such directness, something about the it-is-what-it-is-ness of these flawed people not-quite controlling their lives, it shocked me into such hope and wonder about my own life. Later that summer I also read Freedom, which was even more personal for me and... catastrophically reassuring? Maybe that’s it.) All photos were taken in 2013 by Osiatynska using mostly the Leica, but sometimes also the Canon. Images were selected hastily from among hundreds more and are displayed in random order.