IMPROV LAMENT

Driving blind and now orienting to a home within- this improv is a kind of a lament that came, deep and guttural.

Last winter we lost the family home, a Slovak outpost in Canada, and my remaining connection to the land I grew up on in Blue Mountain. I captured this photo- the view from my father’s new house in town, which looks out to the Collingwood shipyards, also part of the area’s history.

We had made the trip through crazy snowstorms, blinded, to arrive at his new place- no longer a place I could call home. It all seemed poignant - the loss of it all, the hindsight and the lack of sight.