It’s been a weird few months. I’ve been traveling for work, moving houses, and avoiding things in general. I underwent surgery as well, and used my recovery time to read a few really big books instead of surfing the internet. That was nice. I’ve also been wrestling with the identity of this thing here, this photography blog. It oscillates between personal and professional and sometimes veers into the nearly nonsensical. But for a while now I’ve felt at a loss for things to talk about. Maybe it’s just that time is catching up with me. I started From Swerve of Shore about five years ago, when I first moved to Asia. On another platform first, and then this one. On some browsers, it shows up before the Finnegans Wake Wikipedia entry. Which is awesome and a little sad. But the point is, it’s been around for a long time, and, inevitably, one comes to question what all that time means. So please pardon the relative silence on my end. I’m not going anywhere. I’m just sitting and thinking quietly and I’ll be back soon enough with something more substantial to say.