home is where...

i've always been fascinated by other people's homes, intrigued by how others live their day to day lives. how we are the same, and how we differ. i suppose most photographers are voyeurs in some small way. i am, definitely.people's spaces tell me something about the occupants that is maybe a bit more meaningful and true than what any one of us might choose to say out loud to one another... i like that.whether it's on a wedding day as everyone's getting ready, or a couple or family invites us round to take some pics of them in their space, it is one of my favourite things. this past weekend, i thought wow : the same walls that welcomed a new baby girl home from the hospital many years ago, also sent her off again to her wedding today.. the walls tell so many stories.. they are the backdrop to so much that happens to us, and with a single glance can bring back a whole slew of memories.whenever we're on the road, i think again about what home is to me, because strangely i think that i can feel more at home while traveling than i do staying in one place. i think when i'm in someone's home, i get to feel like a bit of a traveler too.. it's a whole different culture unto itself behind those doors where someone else lives. the visual clues on the surface of things teach me about the deeper, internal things. i feel that i see more.. we often look, but how often do we really see? maybe being in my own space is just so normal that i don't see things, but in new places i notice more, and i like that i notice more. maybe that's why i've always been drawn to both, people's spaces, and traveling to new, different places.so what is home?

by coming and going, a bird weaves its nest // african proverb