This is, perhaps, supposed to be a blog about finding order, beauty and purpose in the quotidian. It may, therefore, seem strange to begin with a trip that took me away from my everyday state. However, I gratified to find as I look back on my images of this trip that I have made some happy sense of a loaded visit.
This was the first time visiting my family in Maine when I have split my time between two houses. I worried I would find that the physical world of my childhood had begun to unravel. As it turns out, the shifting around of familiar objects did not reveal as illusory the comfort I took in them.
Things change. This fact is disturbing. But more and more (and more disturbing), they keep staying the same.
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