I took a break from the SnapStory Project over the past couple months to buy a house and move out of a place I had lived in for nearly 12 years. I knew it was going to be a colossal project, but I had no idea what remnants I would find of past lives. Tim O'Brien wrote about "The Things They Carried." For me, it's more of a matter of "The Things We Save." Among the catacombs of my basement were artifacts of past relationships, former hobbies and companies gone bust.
I lasted about a month before I started have difficulties posting a new story everyday. I have plenty of good reasons, of course, most of which start with me getting distracted with other projects. Last week one of those distractions was a beautiful snow storm that cut across Minnesota, dumping well over a foot of fresh snow in my front yard. This time, the snow fell during the day, giving me a perfect opportunity to try something I've been wanting to do for a long time: time-lapse photography.
It amazes me that there are areas of Minneapolis that I've never seen. Driving home western Wisconsin last weekend we got lost trying to find an architectural salvage yard. We vaguely knew that it was on the edge of downtown along the river, but not much more. In the process of trying to find it, we got lost. But the beauty of getting lost in your own town is that you uncover such wonderful treasures you never knew existed.