XVI
This photograph was made at my friend Vikki’s old house in Irondequoit. This photograph typifies not only her home, but also my idea of home. The house she lived in was elegant and quiet; the two things that I love the most in a house. Everything in that house fit perfectly and nothing ever seemed out of place. She is in Washington, D.C. getting her Master’s Degree now and her father moved to Canandaigua to a house I’ve visited a few times. Their new house just doesn’t have the same feeling as the old one though…
It’s so strange viewing a photograph and knowing you can never see that place again. I knew that house for three years and now it is gone forever. I know that a photograph is inherently something that can never be duplicated and this is of course true. However, most of my photographs are of some place that I can at least go back and visit. True, they will not be exactly the same, but it is the same place. This photo augments my memories so I will never really lose them.
