Home is Where the Mom Is

Or, No Really – Home is Where the Mom Is

My family is going through a bit of a rough patch right now.  Nothing I care to go into on the world wide web, but it is painful enough for us to have circled the wagons and drawn closer to each other.  This particular passage in life has turned my thoughts to home and hearth.  Odd, isn’t it, how many of us most often think of home as ‘Mom’s’ place?  I mean, Daddy lives there too.  Always has.  But really though, truth be told, it’s Mother’s house.

 When I go home to visit my parents, I’m going home to Mama.  So many of my memories around home evoke savory cooking aromas and comforting things; creamy chicken and dumplings, down comforters, the drone of the television and the comings and goings of old family friends and neighbors.  In looking at these images, I realize so much of my photography is about ‘feelings’.  I’m always trying to show visually what I feel emotionally.  All of these photographs were taken on my last visit home.  Welcome to my homage to the rich environment of my mother’s world. Home.