Let me know when you’ve made it home. That constant request – before driving to Charlottesville from college, on the many trips between Charlottesville and my own place in the DC suburbs, boarding a return flight in some far-flung land. Let me know when you’ve made it home.

Now here I am, eleven years in Arlington and Alexandria and nearly four in the row house. I’ve made it back from the far-flung lands, back to my own place in the DC suburbs, with a nascent business in Charlottesville. And in all those journeys, I’ve made it home. Two hundred twenty six years of brick and cypress and tin. Home for me and then for a wife and then for puppy.

What I don’t have is the right home for the stories and images
I want to share. A certain website with a certain blue color scheme used to work well enough, but it is now so full of useless noise that it hasn’t been appropriate for some time. I have no need (or desire, really) for a thousand or more people to see my pictures, and I also think it silly to compress them beyond recognition and order them by algorithm next to reposts of clickbait media.

The purpose, then, of this site, is to post with a little more thoughtfulness and a little more control of context. Likewise, I hope for those who do navigate here it will spark deeper thought and provide us more material for conversation.

And with that, I embark. This is the next journey, albeit a digital one. Thanks for reading.