Home Is Where the Heart Is

Sometime during the last 5 to 10 years I began collecting old family photos when I went to antique stores. I had no plans for them but there was something poignant about these abandoned family photos. When my mother died last year I inherited all the old family photos and memorabilia. I noticed in many of the photos people were lined up on the porch or in front of someone's house. Looking through everything I began to think of the meaning of home and family. I thought of Dorothea Lange's photographs from the WPA years through the time of the Japanese American internment camps and beyond. Many of her photographs feature families in front of their homes (at the time). The home may be a stable, a tent or an actual house but the family is together, clinging to each other. Maybe that comfort of being together,sharing, is what pulls some people through and the lack of it is what stops others. This piece is what came from those thoughts.

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