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My god, can you believe it? I have turned into a coder. You know, like, a developer type kind or something. Sure, I’m a real bad one because I have to google everything and I have to save and check, save and check, save and check, to see if I haven’t done anything wrong. But stumbling through all that trial and error, who would’ve guessed it, something is actually emerging. To be frank, I’m still not sure if I like doing all this stuff or if I just like the idea of doing something so… pure? I m

Today I’ve decided to leave Wordpress for Ghost. After playing around with the idea for a bit, tempted by the incredible speed and performance the Ghost platform offers, I have started moving over all the content on my current website to the new one. It’s no small task and I am trying to get it done as quickly as possible. After all, each day I wait produces an additional Monologue that needs transferring. In addition, I do have some challenges to overcome regarding my e-commerce solution but I

I can barely move because both of the cats are snuggling up against me and they’re the cutest little things right now. I’m pretty sure one of them is sleeping as well and I don’t want to wake him. Not completely unrelated, typing this is super uncomfortable. The things I do for a 365 project, right? I’m kidding, I am totally doing this for the cats. I’m such a wuss.

Browsing for inspiration. Screenshotting anything of interest. Tiny iterations slowly adding up to a larger whole. Doing everything yourself takes so much time. Much more than any specialist would need. But it can’t be any other way. It’s only through these tiny but constant iterations that you learn and grow. How could you ever say no to that?

In about ten minutes I need to be outside, riding my bike to meet up with friends. I’m still unsure on what to wear. This time of year is so difficult to dress yourself properly. Some of the times, you get it exactly right. Other times, you are either way too hot or way too cold. I’m in a T-shirt now and I do need some layering. But will that be a sweater or a shirt? Outside will be pretty cold but I’ll be indoors for most of the evening. Will I then wear my warmer coat or my waterproof one? Wh

My own hands floating in the air in front of me. Slowly making imaginary shapes on the melodies of the song that’s on repeat. Flat on my back with my sweatshirt only partly on. Couldn’t be bothered to finish the task of putting it on. It doesn’t matter what your question is right now, the answer is no. It’s full-blown meditation. The repetitive sounds of the piano chords intertwined with preachy words. Just how I like it.I might fall asleep before I see a chance to finish this story. That the s

Frameworks, am I right? So enabling once you have one that you’re satisfied with. The past few years (yes, years!), have turned out to be a search for proper frameworks. Structures that allow for seamless creation and sharing. Two things I have learned to be very important for my mental and physical well-being. A proper framework gives you direction and guidance when you need it while mostly staying out of the way. It needs to be frictionless at all times. Knowing this, I’ve been going back and

Eeeeeendleeeessss tinkering. Finishing nothing. It’s one of those days again. It’s okay, it’s okay. Things will all find their place eventually. The day they don’t has yet to happen. Still I find these days unpleasant in that they leave me with an uneasy feeling of restlessness. The lack of accomplishments is messing with my physiological wellbeing. The best remedy is to let things rest and pick them back up later. Perhaps even tomorrow. Anything but right now is fine. I know this but rarely li

The books on the shelf, will I ever read them? I pick one up and flick through the pages. I start reading somewhere in the middle of a paragraph. It’s an interesting story but it doesn’t make much sense. I should start reading from the beginning. Like a normal person. I flick back until I reach the first words on the first page. Only to close the book again. I pick up another book. A gorgeous, high-quality object. Touching the paper is a joy in itself. The images have a very fine but noticeable

The fall is here and so am I: all here for it. Sure, going on walks will be a little more challenging. We’ll need to plan a little around the heavy downpours. Though bad weather does make for great photos at times as well. Which is to say: I’m mostly happy about returning to black and white imagery again. Those work fine in sunny times too, of course they do, but they shine especially on those grey, grim days. Or maybe, and this might be even more true, color photos don’t work as nicely on tho

A last cup of coffee, vintage Drake playing from the Sonos Beam and a final brush through my ever-growing hair. Yesterday was a day full of hype and energy, which means I’m all out for today. Except for this one tiny bit I reserved for tonight. My first time in Carré, my first time seeing Nick Cave live. The first time I’m seeing a concert post-pandemic. The sun shines, so let’s grab a pair of shades and get myself back to the capital city. This is exactly my type of vibe.

Coming to you from the morning of a big shoot day, I’m writing to you now because experience tells me it won’t be possible later today. Have you read the stories I’ve written while in a busy environment? You probably can pick them out of a line. That’s not to say this particular entry will be any better. In fact, the day has barely started so what is there for me to talk about? All I can say right now is: I’m excited to head out. I’m excited to point my camera at something significant. I’m exci

Nah man my phone doesn’t ring anymore. Everything straight to voicemail. All messages captured by Do Not Disturb before my eyes see them. The only thing my phone is constantly pinging are the GPS satellites that track my walk. What else? Not much. It was just me and the trail today.

I’m not feeling it today. I’m not in a productive mood at all. Or, I should say, not in the mood to create. That’s the same thing, isn’t it? Anyway, that’s not to say this is a bad thing. On the contrary! I noticed I felt great joy pushing everything on my to do list to a later time. I have the time, why not use it? Lessons I’m learning as I go. It certainly beats my usual tendency of doing everything I possibly can today in the hopes that I can relax tomorrow but then finding more stuff to do

This thing has been turning more and more into a public diary hasn’t it? Yeah, I noticed it too. It’s no biggie though, I just focus my energy on crafting better sentences, while structuring them in a more cohesive way. There were never many readers for these Monologues to begin with and I understand if those last few now dropped off too. It’s fine, it’s fine, I won’t take it personal. In other news, I have said no to three(!) job-offerings this week! Two of them on today only. I’m so proud. My

Much better! Today was much better! Though filled to the brim, a fine day it was. Did I mention today was a good day? I’ve taken a photo to illustrate my point. I know it doesn’t look like fun but these Post-its are probably the best thing I’ve done today. Okay I’m all out of words. Enjoy this top-down shot!

Sigh. Today wasn’t much better than yesterday. There were no additional falls and no more cuts in fingers (knock on wood)but I didn’t feel like myself either. A small but ever-present headache and sore muscles prevented me from properly focusing. Without going into too much detail, adding this to some already present physical complaints, I finally relented and called the doctor’s office. It’s time to get these things fixed professionally. None of my issues are serious but all of them are uncomf

Last client shoot today! Exciting. The sun shines lovely warm bright rays. Lovely. A bike ride home after the shoot. Relaxing. I make a mistake when driving up to my house and smack my head into the concrete. Startling! I’m ashamed and want to get up immediately but I’m seeing stars. Worrying… After collecting myself, Charlotte patches me up again. Sweet. I quietly retreat to the smalles and safest corner of the house. Defeated. I cook dinner and cut my finger. Unfortunate. It’s just the nail so