On Travel, Time, and (Revisiting) Granada

Somehow, I’ve entered a special dimension — that space only accessible in these sorts of moments — where time truly reveals itself. Where time is more than the past, present, and future; and more than here and there and the line that connects them.

Home, Instagrammed: San Francisco Through an iPhone Lens

Yes, I write about not knowing where or what home is.

That something is missing, that here isn’t quite right.

Then I walk around. I explore where I live.

And I’m reminded that things, truly, are fine.

On (New) Ways of Photographing and Consuming

I show a similar disinterest in my photography. Process and context are increasingly less significant. I’m preoccupied instead with creating the perfect shot for any given moment—worthy of an avatar, of a Facebook cover photo—and discarding the rest. A single unit is easier and faster to create—and consume.

Filed Away: On Pinterest and Dreams

Sure, I was collecting things in an online space. But it still felt like clutter, fit for shoe boxes under my bed. And with Pinterest, my aspirations no longer floated in my head. They were right there: discoverable, pinnable, and recyclable by others. Aren’t my dreams supposed to be elusive? Unable to be bookmarked?