at the other end of the island
finding home, of a very temporary kind, in the world headquarters of the verb, walking familiar paths and talking to friendly people. i’m mostly enacting quite small and quiet verbs (watching, listening, contemplating), but also: writing & photographing, smalltalking, eating delicious things, presenting about accessibility and technology, discussing creative commons with prominent digital types, worrying & trying not to worry.
it’s a good distance away from regular home - far enough to look back with detached perspective, close enough that it’s a short flight to return. back in my hometown, the family has grown by one, the wind is likely warmer & lovely people are living in all kinds of ways.