light & shadow, and the spaces inbetween
I was startled. I searched for the meaning in between, what is this home? This, what is here, is a home that was left midmeal. Clothing on the swing. Paper on the walls. The light looks still for life. What is this home? And then I realized, it is not our home. It is the home on Massicote Road that was left midmeal. You've captured just that. And it sends shivers through me. Begs its stories back.xoerin
Tom- as are the spaces in between your lettersthey seem to tell another part of athe storyas how you see it.thank youerin- when i came upon this house seemingly so quickly abandon the word 'HOME' on the side of a wall i scensed that there had been dreams here, lives could unfold.