In April and May, I returned home to help my parents get ready for their move after 46 years. While there, I photographed the house on Owen Street where we lived until I was eight years old. The building where my grandfather owned a Danish bakery back in the 1920's. Luckily that building is still standing amidst all the new construction. And finally the home I have known for a majority of my life. Even took photos of the wood doorway where my brother and I marked our growth over the years. The oak tree that made it through so many storms. And the Beatles mural in the basement that my girlfriend Janice designed and painted back in high school What fond memories.
Somewhere I lost a day!
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