I cycled home today to help my parents clear a little. This is an ongoing project that seems like without a ceiling. This visit seemed promising which was surprisingly unsettling. The house, although often seeming stretched full and overbearing can also be compared to firm, dependable overstuffed pillow. I felt peculiarly sad seeing Dad throw out old papars. I'm going home to take photos this week as this clear up seems like it is going to be more permanent. Many memories, interesting textures and patterns to be captured before d-day.