2020.

Pandemic, protests, the U.S. election; these are the events that defined the year.

Nestled between the Northeast and the Midwest of the United States, Pittsburgh is unique, quirky, specific — but also a reasonable barometer for the country as a whole. What happens in America happens here, in its own, Pittsburgh kind of way.

In Pittsburgh, things changed in early March. Roads emptied, services shut down, work went online. Zoom replaced travel; toilet paper and baking flour became impossible to find. And so the year unfolded: one thing after another.

The outrage unleashed by the killing of George Floyd at the end of May set off a global reaction, including in my own neighborhood of Squirrel Hill.

And then there was the election.

Featured here, Squirrel Hill, East Liberty, Shadyside, Point Breeze, and Hazelwood are some of the neighborhoods that comprise Pittsburgh’s East End: diverse yet segregated; privileged, and deprived. Early in 2020, at the onset of the lockdown, they became abandoned landscapes; later, a staging ground for the demonstration of a collective anger; and finally, a palette for the public expressions of a divided polity. As with all of us, I was both a witness to, and participant in, 2020. I was fortunate to have food on the table, a roof over my head, and a safe place to rest at night; not everyone could claim the same. While its effects appeared to cut across lines of class, race and gender, 2020 has also been a year to expose and attenuate the profound inequalities in our society.

These pictures, then, are a personal account of a shared experience, of a journey through a year like no other. The pictures provide, on occasion, a first-hand account of some of the year’s major events, seen from a small American city. They also reflect a personal experience of 2020: at times, a year of stress, turmoil, anger, despair; occasionally, of respite, relief, even, briefly, celebration. It was a year in which withdrawing became a survival strategy, a year of staying close to home; of finding joy in small things; of seeking solace in the hills and woods of Frick Park; or simply of wandering the city, photographing familiar places with new eyes.

These pictures are not a comprehensive account of 2020; but they are 2020 as I have seen it.

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