I moved. Far away. But not as far as California or Tulum. My beautiful girlfriend, Allison May Kiphuth, convinced me to move to Dover, New Hampshire, since we closed the camera store back in May. For three months I looked for jobs while I sorted through three-plus years of materials and parts and pieces, piles of intended projects never completed. We found a place to live in July, and are here now — a fantastic small apartment on the Cocheco River. Last week Allie saw a Golden Eagle.
So I looked for a job for near to three months, while on unemployment. I could not find a single major bite in my field, and even applied for a position at the Children’s Museum, which is here in Dover. That interview went really well, but I didn’t get the position — that’s okay; they offered me a 2 week contract position instead, building both a mirror wall and a magnetic ball wall. I’ll post pics of the projects soon.
So we moved to Dover around September 1st. I got a call for an interview on the 3rd with a company I applied to nearly 2 weeks previous. I interviewed, got offered the job on the spot, and now work for a crazy, small company called Yogibo. We make very fine, fancy beanbag chairs (really!) and the company is growing like weeds. I am a Customer Service representative, mostly, and also do some ordering, marketing, sales, and I’ve helped load the delivery truck a few times. The place is fun, tight, insane, and I’m incredibly happy to be there. The only catch is a smallish one: it’s an hours drive to Nashua from Dover, but worth it as far as I’m concerned.
Which brings up an unrelated issue… but one that is peculiar and also sad. For over 7 years I’ve worked in photo retail. I liked it, I was good at it, and it fueled the fire that is my photographic tinkering. The demise of Stuyvesant Photo was evidence of the current state of small-shop photo retail: dying. In Portsmouth alone, two long-standing camera stores closed in the last year… it’s on the way out, in short. The point is, I can’t reliably look for work in this industry because there isn’t any. It’s time for a career change, and beautifulbeanbags is it.
Reading this blog? Check out yogibo.com for an idea as to how different a beanbag styled chair can really be… it’s fantastic.
As I unpack my office, I’ll be picking back up on some of the projects I left hanging when I started packing up in Cohoes. These include, but are not limited to:
– Polaroid battery conversions (see my etsy store)
– Polaroid Joycam modifications (proven)
– Polaroid Big Swinger adaptations (conceptual)
– Polaroid BigShot electronic shutter conversion (halfway done)
– Polaroid back mounted to an Ansco Buster Brown back (old skool)
– Polaroid SX67 project (super secret)
… and way too many more.
So that’s it. After I unpack, I’ll start them up again and most my progress and successes where applicable. I’ll also detail the build of my bananas mirror wall, and explain the process and what worked, and what didn’t. Stay chill, people — Fall is here.



I mounted the whole thing on top of an industrial MAJESTIC tripod Dad found me at a flea market… we think it was for surveying equipment, but boy was it heavy, perfect for my not-a-desktop. Making sure not to short any pins on the bottom of the motherboard was tricky, but was negotiated — since then I have built a healthier collection of nuts’n'bolts for such purposes.










It works, but needs ironing out. I added a switch to the top so it could be shut off from the battery power, which is built into the base. The flash itself comes from a disposable camera, referred to in the industry as an OTUC (one-time-use camera). You’ll see more of this as it develops, no pun intended.

