San Francisco doesn’t get much of a summer. As a person, San Francisco would be described as “amiable.” She doesn’t have much of a personality. Always 65 and Sunny, SF is predictable; a heavy fog in the morning and evening and consistent temperatures year round. As a result, she doesn’t have a temper, doesn’t get moody and doesn’t give us a summer. She doesn’t amp up the temperature and humidity when she feels cranky. She remains the same. Chicago possessed emotion, ebbs and flows. To be honest, I miss Chicago’s moods and temperament; while unpredictable and willy, she remained consistent amidst her constant turbulence. Extended metaphor over!
In short, “home” feels far away these days. To fully enjoy summer and go “home,” I’ve been visiting my family in Southern California and plotting trips back to the Midwest. Here are some pictures from my visit in July!
^ Thoughts on taking photos of strangers and asking for their email addresses? Given the inspiration that strangers provide, I think I need to start reciprocating.
On another note, I recently deactivated my Instagram for what feels like the hundredth time this year. After deleting it for six months, I can’t seem to go back to it. Given recent changes to the ‘algorithm,’ Instagram feels more and more inauthentic; less about connection and more about validation.
In my perfect world, an Instagram feed would be customizable: choose your preferred metric i.e. likes, comments and/or views, opt-in to a Explore page, etc. I like posting pretty pictures but I don’t like the need to feel relevant or validated that comes with it. And so, I reactivate and deactivate time and time again.
For the time being, I’ll use this space to share those pretty bits of life. I like to believe if people want to connect, they’ll find my number (or maybe this URL).
Thanks for stopping by!