At home

There’s something about this image that makes me exhale; that makes me ease my shoulders. It’s a familiar scene to me and I enjoy seeing that little island with the boathouse and church steeple in the background. The swan and the sailboats echoing each other, at least visually, and the clouds on a brilliant, sun-lit day, pull it all together.

This is my home; this is where I walk several times a week, where I know the changes of season and when new benches are installed. It has the feel of a travel photograph and I suppose it is. But it’s my home - I know the boathouse, have many memories of time spent there. I know the church, I pass it frequently as I walk down Centre Street.

Perhaps it is possible for me to super-impose that level of familiarity on any scene, essentially assuming that I know it deeply. What would happen to how I viewed what’s in front of me if I bought that level of attention and love to the scene? It sounds like the possibility of being at home anywhere.

Quite appealing.