Going Home: A reflection on time and memory
For this series, I found myself at my childhood home. I was struck by how much had changed, just in the last few years. The lush, dense woods behind the home are now gone, torn out to make room for presumably more housing.
Once upon a time, we thought there was a pond back in those woods, but the curtain has been pulled back. All that exists where the trees once stood is a plain of sand, as lifeless as the crust of the Moon.
There are other changes too, ones that remind me of my own frailty. Ultimately we continue moving forward whether we like it or not, in life and perhaps even in death.