Love letters: Dear Home
I think people can pack a lot of stuff into a motor home. They just take everything out of the house and cram it into those spaces under the bed. The bed lifts up, and in goes all the stuff, and off they go.
Me, I sling the camera onto my shoulder, and pack some clean underwear, a pair of jeans, a T shirt or two, and my portfolio into a suitcase. I’m home and 7505 km away from home at all times. Vancouver and Oxfordshire.
Lifted up and drifting down.
I’m a snowflake.
A single unique snowflake floating down from the same cloud and melting into the same puddle of water. Over and over again.
Postcard: Home with house sparrow, collage, acrylic paint, gold leaf, ink.