So I’ve been pretty quiet here lately. One post in seven months.
I don’t want to spend a whole post on introspective emo shit, so let’s just say that this hasn’t been the rosiest period.
There have, however, been plenty of things to celebrate and share in that time period, so I’m going to catch up on some of those instead.
I think that our shelves show some insight into who we are.
I think that our shelves show some insight into who we are.
Our priorities, our interests, etc.
Our tolerance for clutter, piles, and dust.
I think that our shelves show some insight into who we are.
Our priorities, our interests, etc.
Our tolerance for clutter, piles, and dust.
I think that our shelves show some insight into who we are.
Our priorities, our interests, etc.
Our tolerance for clutter, piles, and dust.
Plus, it gives me another excuse to practice taking pictures and experimenting with lighting. Here’s my fourth shelf:
I think that our shelves show some insight into who we are.
Our priorities, our interests, etc.
I think that our shelves show some insight into who we are.
Our priorities, our interests, etc.
Our tolerance for clutter, piles, and dust.
I think that our shelves show some insight into who we are.
Our priorities, our interests, etc.
Our tolerance for clutter, piles, and dust.
I drove most of the way from South Carolina after work on Thursday, July 2, stopping for the night east of Indianapolis, then finished up the drive the next morning, insuring I would be home in time for the annual blow-things-up day. Of course, we didn’t wait until the actual 4th to start.
Two weeks ago, I moved to Greenville, South Carolina. I have been looking to move south for many years, as the gray skies of West Michigan tend to wear on me, and I wanted to move to a place with more sunshine:
