I started making these images in 2000 when my parents decided to leave their home of 33 years so they could be closer to me and my family in their retirement years. As they slowly started moving things from the house into storage, I felt my childhood memories were slipping away. Photographing the house and yard made the idea bearable.
Now as I look at the 150+ contact sheets I have and try to edit the work, I see that photographing it was more than a selfish act of trying to preserve what I was losing. It was a growth process. Certainly my experience is not unique. Many people have seen their childhood dwellings sold. But it’s not about the house, it’s about the home. Others have lived in the house, I can’t go back, but I can cherish it and all the memories and love that I experienced within its walls.