My childhood backyard at sunset in November 2017 while home for Thanksgiving break.
Over the last four years, home has been changing for me. I've been in college, traveling, working elsewhere. As a young person, I've been changing, as well as my idea of home. But Arizona remains omnipresent in my mind. When I go back, I feel a sense of calm that I'm almost convinced is unattainable elsewhere. I find myself reflecting on my childhood and adolescence, on high school and past relationships.
When I'm away, I daydream of sunsets in my backyard and endless nights skateboarding at the park with friends. I imagine slow Sundays with my parents or even just mundane evenings spent on the couch with them and the dogs. I yearn for quiet bike rides around the suburban sprawl of my neighborhood and long drives accompanied by music with my brother and friends.
I've unintentionally documented moments from these visits on my dad's film SLR and continue to every time I go back home.