This year feels like it’s going to be a momentous one for me, so I thought I would do another daily photo project, starting roughly around my birthday. I’m calling this one 52 Weeks, a collection of everyday photos.
Week 6
A week of work on my business, cookie making, and cheese.
Larger photos and accompanying text here.
This year feels like it’s going to be a momentous one for me, so I thought I would do another daily photo project, starting roughly around my birthday. I’m calling this one 52 Weeks, a collection of everyday photos.
Week 5
A week of belated Christmas celebrations, touring Kansas City with Jacob’s parents, and a ski trip to Breckenridge.
Larger photos and accompanying text here.
This year feels like it’s going to be a momentous one for me, so I thought I would do another daily photo project, starting roughly around my birthday. I’m calling this one 52 Weeks, a collection of everyday photos.
Week 4
A week of finishing Chanukah, post-Christmas relaxation, and New Year’s Eve in Manhattan (KS).
Larger photos and accompanying text here.
This year feels like it’s going to be a momentous one for me, so I thought I would do another daily photo project, starting roughly around my birthday. I’m calling this one 52 Weeks, a collection of everyday photos.
Week 3
A week of Christmas and Chanukah, when all the family is in town. My favorite thing.
Larger photos and accompanying text here.
My new year’s resolutions, because, hey, why not:
Any more resolutions out there?
This year feels like it’s going to be a momentous one for me, so I thought I would do another daily photo project, starting roughly around my birthday. I’m calling this one 52 Weeks, a collection of everyday photos.
Week 2
A week of Christmas trees, Menorahs, Christmas lights, carrying large items on my bike, creepy Christmas displays, Christmas party, and Christmas bike. CHRISTMAS!
Larger photos and accompanying text here.
This year feels like it’s going to be a momentous one for me, so I thought I would do another daily photo project, starting roughly around my birthday. I’m calling this one 52 Weeks, a collection of everyday photos.
Week 1
A week of leftover Thanksgiving centerpieces and lots of Christmas decorating, with a few shots from around the house.
Larger photos and accompanying text here.
I love Google, I really do. I have definitely drunk the Google Kool-Aid. And I hate Facebook, I really do. I was late to joining it because it just frustrated me so much. But from an ease of use standpoint for making ads, Facebook wins, hands down.
Facebook has a much easier interface, that makes sense. Google has made their own nomenclature (or maybe it’s based on advertising jargon, I don’t know) that makes it difficult to understand what you are doing.
And Facebook sends me update emails about how my ad is doing. Google? Nope. Instead they just let hundreds of dollars of ads accumulate, without ever notifying me of how the ad is doing. (Brian, you warned me of this!) And they run my email platform! My Adwords account and my email account are linked! ARRRGH!
I must have itchy feet. The longest I’ve lived in one house/apartment/dorm since high school was our apartment in Sydney – 1 1/2 years.
We bought this house with the full intention of only living in it for a year, then renting it out and moving back to Australia. The decisions we make for a year time-frame are a lot different than for a three years plus time-frame. We don’t want to invest too much, particularly in things that can’t travel with us, like furniture, landscaping beyond the basics, and tools. So we buy cheap plastic Adirondack chairs, and make raised garden beds out of fencing instead of proper lumber. Things that are consumables. Not really a ‘green’ ethos. And sometimes it feels way to consumer-oriented.
But on the other hand, when I look at design sites like Apartment Therapy, and lust after people’s perfect-looking homes, I think about how much time and money it took to get their homes looking just so, filled with SO MUCH STUFF. Maybe my lean, transient lifestyle isn’t that bad after all.
And my feet are itching again, I’m ready to get moving.
It’s time to DANCE.
