Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
I found this excerpt from TS Eliots "East Coker" quite current in terms of my practise and the description of time and home. The area in Devon I have photographed is where I started from. Elliott talks about the journey from where you start to where you are now and all the tings that happen in between. I think so far I am only focusing on where I have started (In Devon) but my work may continue along this path. I find his reference to the photograph album very interesting, and very familiar as I have spent much time with my own and others family albums during the past few months of investigation.