this is the place i call home, your eyes & your arms, i seek

I haven't done a Film Friday post in a long time, and I figured it was time to change that.

I've often come across this photo while digging through my box of old film photographs. I know for certain that my father, sister and I are on the couch in the den of our second house, my childhood home. It was there that I learned to ride a bike, to climb a tree, to write stories.

Whenever I see this, I always wonder what made us laugh so much. My mom must have seen us cracking up and grabbed the camera.

Somebody else lives in that house now. It's weird how time, and life with it, moves very quickly.