There’s a particular kind of magic that happens when someone’s home tells you everything about who they are before they’ve said a word. That was very much the case a weekend ago — well, two weekends ago now, apologies for the delay — when I found myself spending a few nights in an Airbnb up…

The 46th PSPCS Sale, Swap & Photographica Show happened this past Saturday in Kent, Washington. I’ve been before — last year, actually — but that was a blitz trip. Drive up Friday night, one night in a hotel, doors open at the show, load up the car, drive home. Barely counted as leaving. This time…

My wife and I spend a lot of our weekends antiquing. Even when we come home empty-handed, it’s worth it — there’s something about walking through other people’s abandoned lives that feels both voyeuristic and respectful at the same time. You’re seeing what mattered enough to keep, what didn’t matter enough to hold onto when…