visiting my carolina home | b&w travel
It has been over two months now since Wes and I made our annual trip back to my little hometown in North Carolina. Every year we go and aim to visit as much of my large family as possible, spend a lot of quality time with my parents, and soak up that "off the grid" feeling that you find deep in those Carolina foothills. We spend our days telling the same stories over and over with my precious family, laughing like it's the first time all over again. We spend our evenings on my mama's front porch surrounded by lightning bugs, and the sound of wind chimes, - while we try to convince ourselves - it's not that dark out here.
This year, on top of our visits, we made time for documenting. We explored and dug around in the long-empty houses of my grandparents and great-grandparents. I took photos of deserted rooms where I used to spend holidays, rooms that I once ran around barefoot in. I stood in the fields I once roamed, closed my eyes and just remembered. We drove around while I snapped photos of places and things that I've known all my life. Deserted buildings and homes. Storefronts that never seem to change. Broken windows and empty alley's. Most of all I tried to preserve through images the things that might not be standing next year, or might be completely different the next time we are there.
My hope and goal for our future home visits is to do this more often: - simply, document.
This little hometown of mine, with it's country roads, old everything, laid-back lifestyle, and small town feel - it may look to some like it doesn't have much to offer anymore, and perhaps it doesn't. But to me, this is home.