xenogere unseen proved a worthy diversion for a bit, a place to offer up additional photography than I thought prudent for this blog.
I’ve since realized it’s also yet one more tedious environment I must manage, one more site I have to think about when considering whether or not I intend to post something today—or any other day, one more site that requires security patching and software upgrades and configuration changes and…
Therefore I intend to shut down that photoblog and transition its content here to xenogere.
That means a few things so far as those entries are concerned, both existing and future.
All new “photoblog” posts will simply be presented here as image-centric entries. Ooh, big deal.
All existing posts over there will migrate here along with any comments they might include, but the entries will not be migrated back to the original post date (i.e., they will migrate here as new entries from this point forward).
As I worked on transitioning xenogere unseen to the new blog architecture, something that required updating every single post to the new format, I found myself taking away time needed for the migration of photos from Flickr and Zooomr to SmugMug. As my Zooomr collection has been unrelentingly unstable and unavailable, and as I have limited time before my Flickr “pro” status runs out, I think it’s important to get those photographs moved sooner rather than later.
More importantly, if I’m going to dedicate more time to my writing endeavors whilst simultaneously giving more time to The Kids, my relocation efforts, my job search, my family and friends, and a litany of other obligations which thus far seem as stifled and ignored as the rest of my personal life—thanks entirely to the unrelenting demands of my existing employer and the worsening environment there—it behooves me to lessen the weight atop my shoulders by removing the additional blog that takes up as much time in upkeep and maintenance as does this blog.
This migration begins immediately. Once it’s complete, xenogere unseen will be dropped like a bad habit.