Sunday Selections- Home

In general I don't get very sentimental about 'Home', my parents take offence but they shouldn't. It is just that I come from a very small world and I enjoy my taste of freedom too much to let it go. But it's my final year and suddenly I am appreciating more and more what that Home means. So I have enjoyed trawling through photographs for this Sunday Selection and tried to find some images that capture the feeling of that place.

Looking up out of my garden from the sky-bed of the trampoline.

In the summer I always photograph the flowers.

A summer view from my bedroom window, the shadow of my house in fields.

Autumn hay bales in the field. When they stack the bales I go with my friends and brothers and we climb up in to them.

My reflection in a puddle out in the lane; when I was younger so many stories came from pacing the lane (my first bit of freedom) and staring in to those reflective expanses of puddle. It is this wetness, bringing snails out and make stones glitter, that I remember best of all.

In the snow the quiet houses fade.