A private weekly cadence for the people closest to you.
Photographs, notes and recorded audio collect quietly through the week. Once a week, your porch opens them together.
Five people. Twelve entries. Opened Sunday at seven.
Week 38 · Sep 14 – 20
Poker night. Down forty bucks by ten. I maintain the deck was cold.
Sold the car today. Twelve years. Sat in it a while before I handed over the keys.
Photographs from the Porch Archive, with their photographers and licences ↗
Add to the pile all week.
Add to the pile all week.
Add to the pile all week.
Once a week, the porch opens.
Once a week, the porch opens.
Once a week, the porch opens.
An hour later, it closes.
An hour later, it closes.
An hour later, it closes.
Every season, a bound volume.
Every season, a bound volume.
Every season, a bound volume.
Photographs, notes and voice memos go into the pile as the week happens. Nobody sees them yet, so nothing has to be good.
Once a week, at an hour your porch agrees on, it opens for everyone at once. You go through the week in order, hear the voices, and talk. An hour later it closes.
Each week files in behind the last. Every season, the porch’s weeks are printed, bound in cloth and posted to your door.
Open a porch.
Porch is on the App Store. Private by default, limited to small groups.
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