"We live our lives in widening circles, rarely appreciating their nature and how
they bring us back. In a year, my daughter will be leaving home and is no
stranger to a wanderlust I once knew. I always felt it was important to have
a strong sense of place, to identify with a certain place as “home”, even as for
us, home, family and place are ideals which have taken on relative meaning.
I photograph close to home as memory looses structure, its architecture,
trying to make light speak from the fixed edges of rooms long vanished.
I find a measure of relief in a query from Wright Morris, who wrote;
“what is there between the branch and the apple when it falls
we have seen it-we would recognize it anywhere. yet of an evening, we
are told nothing is there”.
