The Ohio Diaries | Home Again
Not far from the graduation party we attended is the house I grew up in. I still think of it as six or seven years old because I remember when my parents built it, but in fact, it has been standing now for more than three and a half decades. There is not a single room today that looks the same as it did when I was living there. I am glad for this. Time changes all things, and so too should it change the look and feel of our environs.
One characteristic that has remained the same over the years is the prevalence of art throughout the house. Colors, textures, design elements, paintings, doo-dads, books - you name it, and the house is filled with it. Growing up, this was a huge inspiration to me. It helped shaped my creativity and opened my senses to many forms of visual expression. It's funny, now, coming home and seeing how often things change throughout the house; how frequently art pieces rotate about different rooms. There are elements to this that strike a particularly noteworthy chord in my life right now, but I can't seem to crisply articulate the details. Perhaps that will change as this weeks goes on. In the meantime, Ohio calls.
Footnotes: All images, unedited JPGs from Fujifilm X-T2 with various lenses.