The Way Home (On Returning to The Homeplace to see what’s left of a memory)

By J. Drew Lanham, Safina Center Senior Fellow

Photo by Drew Lanham

The road home is never as straight as it once was. The woods roamed long ago, never as big or wild. The house that held you close, can never again be as warm as way back when. Memories thicket in. Some fade. A few in shadows remain. Home then — though ever present heart-wise — becomes a manifestation of what was. Feeling past tense in present skin.

Photo by Drew Lanham

Photo by Drew Lanham