Clutter and Rain

Its odd to be moving in with my parents after living apart for so long…

The first thing I noticed was the clutter. My Wife got me accustomed to a somewhat minimalist environment where everything has its right place and nothing is out of order. Being back reminded me of how I used to be and the struggle to part with things.

In the backyard were vehicles, benches, computer monitors, fallen book shelves, tools, and a kid’s playground.

Something about the clutter made me a bit sad, but it also reminded me of my parent’s belief that anything could become useful at one point or another.

A shelf with old car repair guides reminded me of all the reading my dad had done to learn how to repair cars himself. I even spotted the old repair manual for the Datsun 280ZX, my first car.My dad had bought the book to help me repair my Z.

I realized that, to them, these objects were more than just things — they held precious memories.

And so we tried our best to move as much as we could out of the rain and under cover in the back.

Me, my dad, and my brother all struggled to move through the mess of random items but we did what we could to get their things out of the rain.

As I watched the rain and took photos, I thought about how different I’d become from my parents. How much of an impact had their habits had on my own? And is that why I collected an endless amount of notebooks filled with unfinished sketches, stories, ideas, and notes about whatever I was into at the time?

Of course, my Wife helped me part with the notebooks and other things. I came to understand that the best ideas and memories are the ones that stick with you.

At least that’s how I feel about it now.

Photos taken by me.

Gear used:

FUJIFILM X-T3 | XF23mmF2 R WR