08/22/2026
SATURDAY THOUGHTS ✨🥂
It’s funny how few photos I take in my everyday life now that I’m home from traveling.
In Sweden and Ireland and with my fam, my camera roll was an obnoxiously detailed itinerary of my days.
And now? I’m still finding lovely moments to capture but with much less intensity.
Are our everyday lives at home somehow less photographable than adventures out in the world? Or am I just not paying attention?
One could argue less pulling my phone out means more presence in the moment, but I don’t know that I fully agree.
Is presence in the moment more important than the ability to look back upon a tangible memory?
For example, I saw my dogs yesterday and watched them romp around at the park for the better part of an hour, but didn’t take a single photo. I enjoyed the moment and loved seeing them, but right now I’d love to look at photos of their little floofy faces, how they looked at me yesterday after not seeing me for months, how Lucy stuck by my side. I’d like to remember that outside of my own head.
And instead of dog photos here, you’re stuck looking at my spaces (moved things around!!) and tinned fish packaging and the salad I made earlier this week and the tiny writing desk I made myself for Saturday mornings like this one.
(Also, can we have a moment for the mug that says “DON”, made by one of my grandpas for the other grandpa?! Obsessed.)