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I’ve been experimenting with using Flickr again. There are some innovations of more modern photo sharing that it simply hasn’t kept up with. For example, there’s a guy who spams the largest Seattle photo group with generated images of waify women looking different kinds of plaintive and wispy, and there’s no way for me to tell Flickr, “don’t show me anything from this guy.” It’s frustrating that its model of sociability hasn’t evolved with some of the baseline functions of social media.

I walked a lot when I was back in Flagstaff a couple of weeks ago. Downtown Flag is perfect for the many photo walks I’ve taken there over the years, being full of alleys, shops and restaurants. On this night I had a solo dinner — a big bowl of ramen from Sosoba — and walked past a dozen familiar shopfronts, all busy and warm with people.

Teatro was previously a favorite place named Criollo, where we were regulars for breakfast. The last time we were there was a Valentine’s Day; we came in late, and they were absolutely packed, but the hostess recognized us, welcomed us and squeezed us in at the bar. We’re not yet regulars anywhere in our new hometown, and I miss the easy familiarity and routine of a favorite spot.

An alley leading into the distance, with a car crossing the frame midway. In the background are sunset-lit clouds, and otherwise the alley is dim.

A big bowl of ramen on a wooden outdoor counter

Railroad tracks lead toward a horizon lined by small buildings. Low cumulous clouds are bright on the horizon but shadows from behind the photographer are long, indicating evening. An oncoming engine’s headlight can just be seen in the far distance.

The front patio of Flagstaff’s Pay N Take. People mingle under blue umbrellas in low late evening light. The interior is lit and welcoming.

A restaurant photographed in low light from across the street. In the foreground is a bike locked to a dark green rack. A car is blurred in motion and obscures the restaurant, named Teatro.

I played through Herdling this weekend and exuberantly recommend it. It’s a short, beautiful journey with a growing group of rescued furry beasts, and it’s long enough to make you feel connected to each and every one of them without wearing out its welcome. The mechanics are just right, and it’s punctuated with exhilarating moments and peaceful campfire rests.

At campfires, some of the Calicorns wait away from the fire, providing gentle signals that they need something from the player — one would wait near firewood to make sure I found it, another always wanted a few rounds of fetch with a toy it found, and others need cleaning, a pet, or a bite of fruit before they’re ready for bed. I got invested in making sure they were all taken care of.

The game is mostly about pathfinding, with increasing danger from the environment as you progress. The intensity is really satisfying, with risks and reveals that contribute to the sense of being part of something grand and mysterious. It’s a lovingly crafted adventure.

A small group of semi-magical beasts running across a large meadow, with high mountains in the background.

Fierce snowy wind blows across a group of creatures hunkered together against the cold.

A young person in a colorful hoodie surrounded by large, furry creatures, some of which have colorful ornaments on big twisting horns.

I spent most of last week back in Flagstaff, my first trip there since we moved more than a year ago. I have so many thoughts and feelings about visiting that town — where I lived for nearly twenty years. I went for a lot of photo walks and revisited some favorite places, including this lovely corner that holds a lot of memories. Pizzicletta has expanded to a small empire but this original location is special (and next door to my favorite bike shop, too).

A low white building on a street corner at dusk. It is lit by small pools of warm light in which diners can be seen on patio tables.

A low white brick building with shades over patio tables and windows. A narrow window has a sign reading “gelato”.

A nighttime photo showing a small paper cup with two big scoops of gelato stacked in it, one probably chocolate and one a lighter color (it’s olive oil, and delicious). Behind the steel counter where the cup sits is a stylish vertical sign announcing gelato. Further behind is a window revealing a cozy dining room.

My family was skeptical of my breakfast plan, but steel cut oats with mango, chunks of Canadian bacon, some dots of habanero sauce and a sprinkle of chunky sea salt was really delicious.

A white porcelain bowl of steel cut oats, topped with bright orange chunks of mango and cubes of pink ham. A bit of bright green basil pokes into the frame of the photo.

It would be cool if Discord had a public client API so I could read through just a list of new posts in subscribed channels.

Huh. It would be cool if Discord was basically web forums with RSS. “Look at what they took from us etc.”

I’ve been trying to clean up and organize my old catalogs of photo files from across a couple of iPhoto and Lightroom catalogs, and every time I begin, I just get absolutely stranded in memory.