Instagram understandably gets a pretty bad rap for poor file quality, but to me there is an intriguing side. It’s simple system of organizing chronologically makes it a perfect time capsule for ongoing visual reportage, and it’s inherent idealized aesthetic makes collecting “perfect little specimens” of an experience easy, however contrived the results may be. This is especially interesting to me when I return to Omaha, because I always want to capture “home” perfectly but in the end I know that is an impossible goal. Over time Instagrams start to become memories that precede the actual events they represent. I enjoy playing in this space creatively and visually. I think Instagrams are best viewed on the tiny screen of a smart phone device, which can be held ever so tenderly in the palm of your hand like a butterfly. Here are a few snaps from my recent visit home.