Life Lessons
The day I moved to the United States
The exact moment when I realized I wasn’t dressed to match the moment isn’t clear to me now, but it was somewhere over the Atlantic, probably a couple of hundred miles south of Greenland.
My neighboring passenger, Hassan, from Tripoli (the one in Lebanon, not Libya), was a happy, kind, and enthusiastic gentleman. He was middle eastern, probably about my age — mid-twenties, shaven, and neat, very well dressed and was super excited about beginning his new life in the United States. I knew he was excited because he couldn’t stop talking about it. Hassan made the effort, a giant…
I’ve Not Written or Photographed In A While
It has been a chore to write and photograph for about the last ten months. The pandemic, the social unrest, the unprecedented (and I use that word purposefully) historical era in which we find ourselves, all combined and colluded to stifle what little creative instinct I had left. My wife was concerned because I’d not been out with my camera since this all started — it just sat in the corner of my office lobbing torpedoes of guilt every time I looked over. But just a couple of weeks ago, the tween looked antsy and I persuaded him to come…
Mark Ainscow
Dad/Husband/UXer/Photographer/Brit/Yank/BWFC/Red Sox — Taker of photos and writer of a few words to surround them. www.ainscowphoto.com
