C. Spencer
@bycamillespencer
Communications leader. Author. Buddhist. Original Valley Girl. Word nerd. Homosexual. Life is a love song. Play it loud.
Photos I took that reminded me that romance can be found all around us.
The guy provisioning for a boat trip who bought the dehydrator so he and his wife can make dried fruit and fruit roll ups to enjoy along the way. The newlyweds, fresh off their first home purchase, who bought a three tier grow light stand for the garden they're just starting.
Field notes from selling my entire former life, one stranger at a time. A woman with backyard chickens bought a single grow light and I have never wanted to know more about anyone's life. The landscaper who bought my garden weasel because his client admired his.
I brace for something awkward. She looks at me very seriously and goes, “What lipstick color is that? It’s perfect.” Some talk golf. I talk lipstick.
Last week I wrapped a call with a colleague and thought we were done. A minute later she pings me and asks if we can hop back on. She has a question. Once on camera, she says: “This is kind of personal.”
A little update from the heart of winter. Finding: These photos from December 2025, discovered while clearing out my digital archives. Reading: The Arrangement by Sarah Dunn. Doing: Navigating long work days and becoming a local expert at snowblowing. Round four (or is it five?) starts tomorrow.
Anyway. I’ll be inside, mostly. Candles in windows. Grateful. Slightly nervous about the driveway. Reading until the weather calms down or I do. All links in bio.
The holidays really bring out people’s inner cruise ship director from hell. Trying my best not to throw myself overboard.