As part of our monthly exploration of creative photography focusing on a word, my photography friends and I in Ineffable wanderlust are exploring Hiraeth from the Welsh which very loosely translates into a deep longing for home, a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return.
Which “home” does one long for? Is it a literal home, the home of your childhood, the home of your youthful self, the pre-name-your-current-situation you, a group of family members, friends? Is it a spiritual place that defined you? what happens when you have no words for what you are missing, for what you long, because it simply goes beyond words?
How to interpret this concept into a photograph…
These images created on 29 May 2017 on our walk from my parent’s to downtown for the Memorial Day Parade on Main Street are of the church of my childhood. A home that was an integral part of my upbringing, of who I became. A place that formed me. A place whose every corner we knew. The catacombs, the stuffy attic, the belfry, the pipe room, the rosary window. Our family’s pew. The countless hours spent on these grounds. All the little old ladies who knew us since birth. Yet, “this” is a home to which I cannot return. Sure there are other churches, congregations, but what this church meant to me as a child, growing up, the friendships, the encompassing love that existed has not been replicated in another. So, yes, in some way I long for this home, this sense of belonging.
images created with Mr. Fuji (x100s) on the bulb setting on a cold, cloudy Memorial Day. Processed in LR with a retro look to resemble old photographs from the late 70s.
Please take some time and travel around the world of Ineffable wanderlust to see what the other talented ladies have been up to. You can start first with the very talented Rachel Burwell up in Canada. I can’t wait to see what how hiraeth has been interpreted by each of these dear friends. xx