I first paid Wheeling, West Virginia a visit on account of a friend who sent me a poem about the city. Here is a beautiful city with a depth to its history and a complexity to its present, with some committed people betting on its future. I walked its streets for hours on end, camera in hand.
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Read MoreForty-three photographs from the second half of the year.
Read MoreTwenty-nine photographs from the first half of the year.
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