Started reading: Bothy: In Search of Simple Shelter by Kat Hill 📚

Getting back to familiar territory with the newsletter, after the sadness of earlier in the week.

A touch of SEO, a pinch of analytics, and some interesting journalism events.

I can’t believe my former student and friend is gone. Ukraine: the latest podcast host dies.

Rest in peace, David. Oh, the journalism you would have done, my friend.

Jony Ive made a button.

So far out of my price range, it’s ludicrous. But so very interesting.

Spot on from @moonmehta:

You don’t have to leave X if you don’t want to for some reason but please take some effort to widen your horizons and connect with diverse people at places you can better control. Blog, Mastodon, Bluesky, etc.

Yup. Definitely autumnal.

A yellow leaf and small sprout rest on a car windshield with a rainy car park visible.

Back to the early morning swimming lessons. The summer holidays are truly done.

Three people, two wearing Dryrobes and swim hats, walk towards a green building with a sign that reads "Welcome to Lancing College."

A bird is a poem with wings.

Jeremy Hughes in the essay A Risca Boy’s Birds from Going to Ground, an Anthology of Nature and Place edited by Jon Woolcott 📚

Agree 100% with @jack about this:

I often vigoriously disagree with Freddie deBoer, but I also often love how he puts things.

This sums up exactly what I’m feeling as summer wanes:

The end of summer seems like a more significant marker of the passing of time than any other point in the year - another chance to live our best lives slips away, like liquid gold running through our fingers. Did we make the most of it? Did we grasp the opportunity with enough enthusiasm?

Did we?