What’s that line making the rounds lately? Photography is just time and light? Lebanon is generous with at least one of those. And now I’m back in Seattle where light is less abundant, but I have more time to think.
Home is where you’re welcomed back. That’s the thought that’s occurred to me since returning. No need to complicate things more than that. Simply noticing the “welcome home” to “welcome back” ratio (something like 4:1) and appreciating the flux. I’m home when I’m welcomed back to Lebanon. I’m home when I’m welcomed back to Seattle.
I say this in a fake it to make it sort of way, because my sense of “home” is a lot more metaphysical than that; if you’ve read my posts for a while, you already have a clue. But it’s a metaphysics of constant deferral; “home” is always slightly out of reach, so why do I insist on anything more solid than words? Ye of little faith, why do you doubt?
I’m finding comfort in this performativity. “Home” is where we say it is. This is especially important to remember as the voices that beg to differ grow louder around us.
And that’s the last of my photos from Lebanon until I get my 35mm scans back from @glazersphotolab. Thanks for following along.