This home of mine is mimicked in me.
In the ways the rolling hills mimic the curves my mom gave me, how the intricate, curious, and ever changing colors of the sea are reflected in my eyes. Even the golden brown of the hills are like my hair, the shadows found in my brown and the bright spots colored by the sun. The following images are a record of this discovery, of finding my way back to my hometown and seeing it as mine. It is a series of love letters that cherish it, the way it has shaped me, and its place in my life.
Stevie Deale 