Can you believe it? It’s been two months since I last checked in. I actually kept up with my #444photo long after I stopped posting them here. I also kept taking pictures, took a family road trip, and watched as the Canucks stumbled out of the playoffs (photographing them just prior).
I started a second job, teaching social media and blogging at the Vancouver Film School.
(Note: If my students find this blog, they should realize I’m not using good SEO techniques. But I’m also not trying to parlay my blog into a world audience scenario, it’s merely an exercise in finding my voice that has lasted nearly 7 years.)
I celebrated a year with my wonderful Australian, #Orgle. It’s not that I was an unhappy sourpuss before (I was), but now, despite the ups and downs, I am genuinely happy. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that it happened with him around.
I’m struggling to figure out how to use this blog again. The Photo Throwdown breathed some life into it last year but my photos are better suited for flickr and tumblr (which is really just an Instagram feed).
Maybe I should start posting my favourite tiny houses. It’s one of my obsessions. When I sit in court, listening to the details that wouldn’t come close to being part of my already short 35 second radio voicer, I design them. My RSS reader is full of blogs about tiny houses, interior design for tiny spaces and other oddities of architecture. Free Cabin Porn is my porn. (My favourite one today.)
Seriously. I love the idea of living minimally. I like having stuff, but if I don’t have room for it, I don’t have it. If I could convince someone in Vancouver who has a big yard they don’t use, or a garage just taking up space, I’d love to build a laneway home.
One of my biggest beefs with society (and despite my recent happiness, I still have beefs), is people living beyond the space they need. It forces people into commuting. It forces people into cars. It forces people into spending less time with those they love.
It forces people into making a choice, one which seems highly unsustainable.
I’ll find something.
Mostly this is just my way of saying, I’m here.