If I were to pick one photograph that would encapsulate the feelings I have for my hometown and the house I grew up in, this would be it. The heat, the sun, the dust, the broken bones and broken dreams. And also a room, a small safe place where the heat and darkness formed a cave, and where I didn't have to interact with the real world short of just watching the sky from my window.
*couch*Shilo*cough*
Anyway, here's a tiny piece of my old life in my bedroom. The old windows that had been whitewashed years ago, with the paint peeled away. The bones in the window, bleaching in the gentle, filtered sunlight. A part of my altar, with its deer antlers and soapstone incence case.
Make of it what you will. I did.