The Things We Think We’re Missing  began after spending almost two years in Iowa feeling mostly homesick for the Pacific Northwest. About a year after I took the first photograph in the series, I had a revealing encounter. I was at dinner with my partner and his parents when his father received a call from his grandmother. She was telling him that she was in Alabama, where she (and he) had grown up. His grandmother, however, was in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. She suffered from dementia.  This reminded me that I often find the people and places dear to me in the minor details of where I stand. And I remembered the ability to truly feel like you are somewhere else. Throughout my life there have been times where I laid in my bed with my eyes closed in one place and genuinely felt like I was back in another.  I worry that I will never actually find home, but constantly be reminded of it.
       
     
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  The Things We Think We’re Missing  began after spending almost two years in Iowa feeling mostly homesick for the Pacific Northwest. About a year after I took the first photograph in the series, I had a revealing encounter. I was at dinner with my partner and his parents when his father received a call from his grandmother. She was telling him that she was in Alabama, where she (and he) had grown up. His grandmother, however, was in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. She suffered from dementia.  This reminded me that I often find the people and places dear to me in the minor details of where I stand. And I remembered the ability to truly feel like you are somewhere else. Throughout my life there have been times where I laid in my bed with my eyes closed in one place and genuinely felt like I was back in another.  I worry that I will never actually find home, but constantly be reminded of it.
       
     

The Things We Think We’re Missing began after spending almost two years in Iowa feeling mostly homesick for the Pacific Northwest. About a year after I took the first photograph in the series, I had a revealing encounter. I was at dinner with my partner and his parents when his father received a call from his grandmother. She was telling him that she was in Alabama, where she (and he) had grown up. His grandmother, however, was in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. She suffered from dementia.

This reminded me that I often find the people and places dear to me in the minor details of where I stand. And I remembered the ability to truly feel like you are somewhere else. Throughout my life there have been times where I laid in my bed with my eyes closed in one place and genuinely felt like I was back in another.

I worry that I will never actually find home, but constantly be reminded of it.

_MG_0055_hpo.jpg
       
     
_MG_0039_hpo.jpg
       
     
_MG_0216web.jpg
       
     
_MG_2747.jpg
       
     
_MG_0079_hpo.jpg
       
     
_MG_2857.jpg
       
     
_MG_0012hpo.jpg
       
     
_MG_0769_hpo.jpg
       
     
_MG_0224.jpg
       
     
_MG_2829_hpo.jpg
       
     
_MG_0238hpo.jpg
       
     
_MG_0105_hpo.jpg
       
     
IMG_0068_hpo.jpg
       
     
_MG_2841_hpo.jpg
       
     
_MG_3020_1.jpg
       
     
_MG_3481_hpocurves.jpg