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,


And the golden light that shines through her house. 

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