This week's post is a bit self-indulgent. I don't think the photos work without a backstory so usually I wouldn't consider posting them. But I shot them for myself and I do know the backstory and I'd like to share it with you.
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I visited the area where I grew up in May and noticed that a lot of what I'd taken for granted had changed - my favourite restaurants are always busy nowadays, the mall I grew up near had been renovated and expanded, the buses are filled with far more people than I'd ever seen ride them before. But as I drove around I've noticed that there's still a sense of familiarity of the area. I still have nagging thoughts not to take certain roads because of the speed trap at the bottom of the hill. The knowledge that if I make a sneaky turn through a parking lot I can avoid a long line of traffic. The sense of place, geographically, that comes from growing up having walked and biked and driven the streets so, so many times and the sense of nostalgia and memory of what certain buildings and stores used to be.
These are power lines near where I grew up. I didn't realize it until my recent trip back but in my mind seeing them always meant that I've almost made it home.
They've been there for as long as I can remember and will probably outlive me, and they've come to offer me a sort of constancy as if to say:
You're home! It's been such a long time but you're home!