To complete this task, I decided that I needed to go home. Back to the place I spent the first eighteen years of my life. It is always interesting to come back to those places that you grew up in and see how things look... smaller than you remember. Unfortunately, it seems that that's going to be how I remember any of it. The beast that is the principle of imminent domain has loomed its ugly head, and within the next year, the city will be seizing the property, cutting down all the beautiful plant life, and putting up those horribly cookie-cutter, stepford-esque condo developments.

My grandfather, who built up the house with his father over sixty years ago, still lives on the property, and is adamant about leaving. He has done everything he can think of to stay the tide of development, but progress always trumps beauty, regardless of what may be destroyed in the process. I wish there was a better way around it, but houses around the block have been scooped up and transformed, and it seems no amount of petitioning against the city council will dissuade the inevitable flow of progress, the eternal plodding of society as it slowly consumes everything in its path. Hopefully, placing some images here will help some of those memories stay, help others see a brief glance of what I was able to see, the result of years and years of life on a piece of land, left mostly unchanged regardless of the bedlam around it.