December 27, 2021
I awoke from the night of Someone You Love in a similar mood of reflection. Just as I felt myself reverting to the episodic nightmares of my childhood, so too did I once again experience the warmth of entering the waking world in the comfort of my parents' shelter.
My mother stood in the kitchen and selected the silverware for breakfast as I eagerly stepped out onto the back porch, neglecting to put my shoes on. The evening snow was rapidly melting with the morning sun and I felt a strong and incontestable compulsion to photograph the same scene I had the night before.
It was a compelling contrast to have Someone You Love and Good Morning act as parallel photo series in this backyard. It was only appropriate that at my parent's house, as I regained the sentiments of my childhood, I felt a Romantic urge inside of me to photograph as I did when I was younger. And with the sun low on the horizon and the snow still fresh, I thought back to the painting that hung in my living room as a child.