My home

Two weeks ago I think I may have scared one or the other of you by speaking out loud what occupied my mind. I apologize, because that had never been my intent. And to conclude the subject of that post, today I happy to say that the pesky Lyme disease apparently is a problem of the past for me. At least at this point. I mean, you never know what kind of bug will bite you in the future, when you are off in the woods taking photographs, right? And while I will not live a ‘sheltered life’, I will certainly check my body a little bit more carefully after having been out and about – shooting.

Speaking of – out and about – it feels so much like spring these days that hopefully very soon I will be taking new photographs in the neighborhood. But not only taking them, I really want to make more time again to process my photos and editing them. Making them into a new picture altogether. I always loved the seemingly endless possibilities Photoshop gives us and I want to enjoy it again. During the week I know that I will not be able to get into the right state of mind, never mind finding the time, to do that. But my goal is to make time for it on the weekends. Which, most likely will take away some time from my blog. I hope you won’t mind too much and will still be checking in every now and then. I know I will certainly return any (comment) favor you care to leave here.

So today, I will present you – yet again – with an old(er) photograph. On Sundays I usually enjoy linking up with Kathy’s Song-ography, but for one or the other reason – I am sure you know how that goes – I did not make it this week. I had already started the post and researched the theme, the song and which of my photos I could match with it. And instead of letting it go to waste, I decided to share it with you today.

This week’s song is Nickelback’s ‘Photography’. I can hear you – great subject for a photographer you think, right?! Well, really, this song is less about an actual photograph, even though there is one, but it speaks of ‘memories’. Things, places, people you cherish(ed) and remember fondly. One of the song’s lines goes: And this is where I grew up….

Yep, so this is it. This is the house that I grew up in and obviously I have tons of memories of my time living there. Luckily enough my brother and family now live in the house, so that I can still visit. But it has changed. The people have changed. I have changed. Life changes. And leaves – memories.

 

p.s. I wish I could show you the other sides of my home, but I don’t have a picture (yet), because this here is the new part of it, still a hundred years old. But the rest is an old half-timbered farm house dating back to the late 18th, early 19th century.

But enough of these memories for now and on to Kay, being next in line of our Sisterhood Stories Circle, please check out her fabulous (Lisbon) photos at Kay Maguire Photography.

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