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I have recently [in the past few months] moved from Bangor in North West Wales to Greenhithe in North West Kent. And in recent weeks I have been thinking over the idea of ‘Home’. There was a transitionary period I’m sure that all people get when they are surprised to find themselves calling two separate places ‘Home’ simultaneously.

I have lived in three places. Greenhithe and Bangor being already mentioned, there is one other and that is New Cross. And again the same thing happened with calling two places ‘Home’ and the sadness associated with leaving Bangor and New Cross and returning to Greenhithe.

Two days ago I was looking through my external hard drive. Having a stroll of sorts through the thousands of photographs that I have saved there. Oh and if you were wondering, the exact amount of photographs that I have on my hard drive that I took at the time of me writing this post is 67,404. That’s right Sixty-Seven Thousand, Four Hundred and Four. That aside, as I was looking I came across a photograph that I took in 2008 whilst I was living in New Cross. This photograph in itself is not astonishing and from what I remember almost got deleted as the camera had focused on the wall as opposed to the table. It was taken in the kitchen and I said, it is not astonishing, but, every time that I see it I get a feeling of ‘Home’ from it. And I’m not entirely sure why.

And so as I thought about it I realised that for the three homes that I have lived in I had that one photograph taken during my time there that brought about a feeling of home. Some had people in some [like the New Cross photo] were never really important to me until I saw them again in a retrospective or to more exact reminiscent state of mind.

I looked it up on dictionary.com and the word ‘Home’ has 31 definitions covering most types of words with understandings in the regions of a noun, a verb, an adjective, adverbs and so on. The actual definitions range from, any place of residence or refuge: a heavenly home to a person’s native place or own country. But my personal favourite among these varied definitions is number two on the list, the place in which one’s domestic affections are centred.

Domestic affections. I like it.

I feel I have said a lot, which isn’t the usual nature of this blog. But I feel that writing two or three paragraphs with only a brief description of the photographs in the post and the photographic equipment used to achieve them is the past for this blog. It makes it look like I don’t spend the appropriate amount of time on the posts. But in saying that I’m going to now show the photographs.

In this post I have included three photographs. In the order of New Cross, Bangor then Greenhithe as I am back here now. These photographs were taken with various cameras at various times with a distinct variation in subject matter. The shots for New Cross and Greenhithe were taken with my Canon EOS 350D using the Canon 50mm f1.8 lens and I believe the shot for Bangor was taken with the Canon EOS 50D with the Sigma 18-50mm f2.8 lens.

But as I said, they make me think of home. The photos for New Cross and Bangor are random snapshots that bring about memories for myself. But to anyone else they will look pointless. In the case of the photo for Greenhithe it becomes alot more obvious to the observer that it would have an emotional attachment to it as it is my younger brother. Ray Morris, a talented musician that at times can be rather annoying but still, he’s an amazing little brother.

The definitions for home came from this URL:
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/home?r=75&src=ref&ch=dic