Costa Rica: Day 2

One of the surprisingly (but not too shockingly, for anyone who knows me or my star chart) difficult things for me is to let go of autonomy and self-direction, all the more so halfway across the globe. It’s been years since I had to follow someone else’s schedule and itinerary, so I mentally prepared myself for the self-discipline of letting go, and did everything I could to set myself up for success by asking for what I needed well in advance and packing things that would maximize my comfort. But things happen, as we saw with my Ricoh, so we … Continue reading “Costa Rica: Day 2”

Costa Rica: Day 1

We have a very long layover in Dallas after a sleepless red eye, so here I posting digi-captures on the airport Wi-Fi while Christine takes a cat nap next to me. Someone on the PA keeps inviting us to a prayer service in the chapel by Gate D40. I saw someone in a Trump-Vance t-shirt. Airport ethnography is fun. I left my higher-res digital camera at home to force myself to take more with film on this trip. But I do enjoy having this Powershot on me; I’m literally posting these shots while sitting across the same window in the … Continue reading “Costa Rica: Day 1”

Christine’s Project: Kelsey Creek

We tied up a few strings and put a bow on a couple of things today, and I guess the giddiness of relief put me in the mood for oddball scenography when we found ourselves by the new eastside rapid rail station. I took these shots while seriously needing a nap. Can you tell? Today’s biggest bow was the one we put on @christine.bingham.art‘s photo-documentation project; with Maria Goretti now in the can, we have all 12 saints documented — and that’s a wrap (for me–Christine still has to finish the book). I just love that the very last photo … Continue reading “Christine’s Project: Kelsey Creek”

Thanks For Taking Her Picture

“Imagine a tree abundant in its branches and leaves: its buds grow to maturity, its bark grows to maturity, its sapwood grows to maturity, its heartwood grows to maturity. In the same way, when—there being mindfulness and alertness—a person is abundant in mindfulness and alertness, the prerequisite for a sense of conscience and concern becomes abundant. There being a sense of conscience and concern…the prerequisite for restraint of the senses becomes abundant. There being restraint of the senses…the prerequisite for virtue becomes abundant. There being virtue…the prerequisite for right concentration becomes abundant. There being right concentration…the prerequisite for knowledge and … Continue reading “Thanks For Taking Her Picture”

From Within

I’ve seen some delightful license plates around here; just now, I saw one that said “CTRL-F5,” which seems to mean “a hard refresh” on most internet browsers, which is the sort of geeky type of thing you’d expect in this zip code. What I didn’t expect, however, are plates that say “TAXWLTH” (tax wealth) or even “GRAMSCI” (a literal communist), both of which were very real and sadly not pictured. It seems that I might not be the only Lake Stinko commie pinko around. So, what would Gramsci have to say about holding proletarian sympathies in a zip code like … Continue reading “From Within”

A Place to Linger

I had a conversation with a friend in between taking these photos and chilling on a bench for a popsicle break. We texted back and forth on what it means to be “boxed in” by an interest or a subject or an identity, and how our shared completist urge can get in the way of getting out of comfort zones and trying something new. And it made me think about how we all need containers to make sense of the world, and how “boxes” can be reframed as “neighborhoods,” or places we linger and repeat ourselves and become more and … Continue reading “A Place to Linger”

Do Your Cameras Have Names?

Another thing we found while packing up our old place was Christine’s ultracompact digicam from 2014, the Canon PowerShot ELPH 340 HS, aka IXUS 265 HS in other markets. Here are a couple of shots I took on my way back from work today, all unedited and straight out of the camera. The story of how Christine came into possession of this camera that we’d all but forgotten about is pretty cool; in the months before she figured out how she was going to pull off packing up and moving all the way to join me in Lebanon—itself a minor … Continue reading “Do Your Cameras Have Names?”

Disposable Memories

I found a disposable Kodak camera while packing up our old apartment that I must have had stuffed in a backpack or something, because it expired in 2014, four years before I moved to Seattle. I have no memory of buying it (was it in the UK?) and after taking a couple of shots with it, I realized that I had only ever taken two frames after I got it. So I used up the rest as we shuttled back and form, half expecting the roll to be completely nonviable—I mean, the thing endured a heat dome and possibly several … Continue reading “Disposable Memories”

Liminal Time

I’m writing this post on my phone in an almost completely bare bedroom with spackling on the wall in front of me covering up the many holes Christine drilled there, being the handy Andy that she is; she’s leaving the place better than we found it. We’ve been alternating several nights separately, staying here and in our new place to make sure our more sensitive cat has time to acclimatize by herself, while not leaving our more spunky one alone for too long. And all of this shuttling back and forth, packing and unpacking, sweeping and spackling, is happening on … Continue reading “Liminal Time”

Hello, Madison

This is the first official post from our new place’s Wi-Fi, now lovingly called “LakeStinko,” after the regional lore. It took the Comcast guy a couple of tries to hook us up this morning because the wiring was so shoddy, and the previous tenants were either offline luddites or used something else completely. I took these shots on the same roll that Christine was using in the Nikon Lite-Touch. This was near the second apartment we viewed before we found this one. We were seduced by the amenities and soaring views, but the price they sent us later that day … Continue reading “Hello, Madison”