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About

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I’m Amer Khalid, software engineer, photographer, dad of two boys, and still figuring out life.

By day, I write code. Most of my non-working hours are spent on raising my two boys and really boring chores. Adulting is not for me, but I try.

The rest of the time I am trying to get outside. Sailing, paddleboarding, climbing, and enough lifting to keep doing all of it. Some of these I have been at for years, some I started recently and am still bad at. I write them up as I go.

If I get a chance, I shoot portraits & underwater portraits. One day I hope to make a full-time living from art, writing, and portraits.

This blog is mostly for me. I write. Writing helps straighten my thoughts. Now I also write for my boys. Maybe one day they will read it and find it useful.

I use AI to review and clean up my posts too. Sometimes I give it just a few broken sentences and it writes a polished post. As long as it says the same thing I want to say, I don’t worry too much about it.

What to expect
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  • Adventures: Sailing, paddleboarding, climbing, diving, and fitness
  • Photo and video: The craft, the business, and what I’m still figuring out
  • Parenting: Stories and reflections on raising two boys
  • Travel: Photo essays from trips, usually with kids in tow
  • Gear: What I actually use, including the stuff I regret buying
  • Words and art: Essays, short fiction, poetry, and reviews of what I read, watch, and play
  • Tech and work: Software engineering, AI experiments, and side projects I started or abandoned

Elsewhere
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Get in touch
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The best way to reach me is by email: amer@amerkhalid.com

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