a home of mine

Now that I’m traveling, it feels right to share some of these images as reminders of one of my many “homes”. Even though these are pictures of a physical space, I am reminded that home doesn’t have to be tangible, it can be a feeling, a memory, a smell. It can be an open curtain letting the light in as the morning sun rises, the first thing I would see as I woke up. These are 35mm film photographs I took on my grandpa’s old film camera. I enjoyed being able to use an object so special to my grandpa while taking pictures of something important to me. With film photography dating back, I wanted to frame the idea of “home” as something everlasting.