Sunday Paper shares links and ideas that caught my attention, with brief personal reflections. "Datacenters in Space are a Terrible, Horrible, No Good Idea" makes a rather compelling case that orbiting servers are, well, exactly what the headline suggests. The engineering challenges alone—thermal management, radiation, latency—should've been red flags before anyone got too romantic about the concept. Yet here we are, watching people genuinely believe that launching expensive, fragile hardware into the void solves earthbound problems it doesn't actually address. Matiash's Lightroom Assisted Culling Tutorial is a practical gift if you've been staring at thousands of photos wondering where to start.

Camera sensor names still reference 1950s tube technology and 1930s film formats—why are we describing 2025 cameras with 90-year-old terminology that means nothing to modern photographers?

Claude.ai integrates with iMessage and Notes on macOS through the Model Context Protocol.

ChatGPT's Apple app integration sounds impressive until you realise it can write to your data but can't read it.

A review of the Nikon F2, a very well-built 35mm SLR for pros. I examine why a hobbyist photographer should own one -- or why not.

McLaren drivers Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri have been disqualified from the final classification of the Las Vegas Grand Prix after both their cars were found not to comply with technical regulation...

Wait… Did Gmail just let AI read your emails? Here’s what it means for your privacy.

A one-of-a-kind bridge in far southeastern Indiana is well known to bridgefans.

Application security reviews fail when they become gates instead of partnerships—here's how to build a process that actually works through collaboration and shared understanding.

One blue dragonfly is a Pondhawk, another's a Blue Dasher. Who decides these names, and why do all my dragonfly photos look identical?

I thought the white flowers were all waterlilies.

A frost-covered morning at Millstone Park brought sparrows, a stunning red-tailed hawk, and light that turned the Indian grass to gold.

Sunday Paper shares links and ideas that caught my attention, with brief personal reflections.

I felt a pang of panic when I turned on the Fuji X-T3 and I was prompted to choose my language. Not the date. Not the time zone. My language. That's when I knew I was properly screwed. Every custom button assignment, every autofocus preset, every carefully configured menu setting—two years of refinements—gone. Vanished. My Fujifilm X-T3 had somehow reset itself to factory defaults. I have no idea why that happened, and honestly, I don't want to know. Some mysteries are better left unsolved, like why one neighbour insists on leaving on the front door light on all night long.

A failed search for Monarchs led to something better.

Before sunrise at Carnegie Lake Dam, fog softens the world and familiar birds emerge from the mist.

A cold Veterans Day walk around Millstone Park in Rocky Hill.

Wine tourism feels like church service whilst brewery culture offers the warmth of a neighbourhood pub where conversation matters more than ceremony.

I almost missed the juncos scratching through pine litter on my midday walk.