Where I'm From
My home is a small brick house across the street from a large white one.
I slept in the brick house, but the way the white house glows with golden light rings truer as a part of me than anything in the other.
My love for photography was probably developed in that white house.
My Grandaddy is gone and where I thought we had nothing in common, we share two very important things— a love for my grandmother and for a camera.
He has photography, but the rest of my being is shared with the 70-year-old soul that still resides in that white house.
I share her dimples, love of books, passion for quotes.
I am from her love of printed photos,
Kentucky,
And the golden light that shines through her house.
