As my life outside of home develops and strengthens, perspectives shift. Suddenly I can see the intense vibrancy in the beauty that is the area I grew up in. What my young eyes grew blind to; my adult vision can now appropriately sense. While this concept saddens me, I have to trust that growing up surrounded by such obtuse beauty has trained a subconscious appreciation within me. Therefore, I am eternally grateful, to this land that has given me a home and to my parents who chose it for us and gifted me a younger brother to share it with.
Contrasts
From light to dark : From day to day
From day to night : From north view to south
2 Parts Make a Whole // Parents
Spectator’s Sky
Muscle Memory
As a kid, on the drive home late at night after a party or event, I would fall in and out of sleep. Through varied states of consciousness I would try to picture exactly where we were on the journey based on the turns, breaks and accelerations that the car took to follow the road. I would open my eyes and my blurry night vision would, more often than not, surprise me. But that didn’t stop me from guessing.
Cloud Street
Goodnight from my back yard.
A view so familiar it becomes a backdrop to my dreams of home and comfort.