I walk. I Photograph. Revisiting my childhood home this week, walking around, driving, looking at places still familiar, somehow different - I had changed more than these places but either way they were uncomfortable and past - looking at them as photographs, framed over and over in the mind remembrances. Latent. The feeling evoked by these places is strange, every person I see and wonder if  i’d known them before, this makes me uneasy. The snow adds to the dislocation.