13th Ave.

When I was growing up my mom and dad each had very particular and unusual routes through the city.  It was like a secret passage, a game to find the fastest or most interesting way from point A to point B.   As I grew older I started to realize that they were also travelling the path of memory, the first apartment they rented, the ice cream shop they spent date nights in University.

 As I travel through the places I occupy I find myself charting my own passages, deviating occasionally to try a new route, see a new street but generally falling quickly back into my ritual pathway.  Time and season blur, some routes become more favoured or disappear.  Friends move, businesses close and sometimes even the bones of the street alter (one way traffic, bike lanes).

What makes a place special, who determines the significant architecture of our lives.  The intersections between place and memory.

'13th Ave. Safeway' 2012  H.M. Cline