Just before casting my vote in the 2024 election in my hometown in South Carolina, I turned on Brandi Carlile's "The Joke" from her album By the Way I Forgive You, which was written in the aftermath of Donald Trump's 2016 win. I needed to listen to it before I went into the voting booth. Carlile's soaring vocals and poignant lyrics about hope in the face of persecution comforted me as I pulled into the parking lot of a former Walmart turned megachurch that served as my polling station. I parked my Subaru and cried, singing along between quiet sobs.
Perhaps a more uncontroversial and profound Turing test is the mystery of the absolute arbitrariness of what makes us happy. Looking over this year's list, patterns emerge-trips, new friends-but much more here inheres in the mundane, lowercase, sense-activating thinginess of life: walking through clouds of butterflies, eating candy alone, homemade stew, wearing pink glitter, cold clementines in a hot bath. Joy is not second-hand. Its unpredictability identifies us as precisely as our fingerprints.
Salgado's photography transcended mere documentation, acting as a bridge between the visible and invisible, and capturing humanity's collective essence and struggles over decades.
