For the first time in years, I’ve found myself absent from Milwaukee. Not just from public events that were newsworthy, but from the rhythm and relentless schedule that once defined my work as a photojournalist.

For years, I showed up at everything. Ribbon cuttings. Vigils. Press conferences by politicians. Cultural celebrations held at every community center in town. If something was happening in Milwaukee, chances were I was there with my camera, documenting it with a trove of images.

And if I wasn’t there, I was somewhere else in the world doing that same thing — telling stories that connected our city to something larger. For a while, it was easy to explain my absence because of the COVID pandemic and its aftermath. I was also traveling on Milwaukee-related assignments. Ukraine. Türk

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