...And A Place I Need To Remember

My mother's house

    "When did you become such a photobug?"  my mom asked me, chuckling over my current  predilection for keeping my camera always in my pocket and snapping any random thing that comes into my range of vision.
       I suppose it could be a symptom of my OD, which is OCD without the "C" -  I'm not a particularly compulsive person, just an obsessive one - so that when it comes to pursuits and activities, I tend to be either obsessed by a thing or have not the least interest in it.   Hence I can't take just a couple of photos now and then. 
    But one thing I've learned:  once you've gotten into capturing images you start noticing things more, looking for what might be of interest in every scene.  You find yourself searching for beauty, for something worth capturing and saving, and in searching for beauty and significance, you start finding it really everywhere you go.
      During my last trip to visit my mother in Seaford, Delaware,  the epiphany that hit me regarding my mother's things (see yesterday's blog) also hit me regarding the place where she lives.  For all the times I've walked it in the past, I found myself wondering how many more walks through her beautiful neighborhood I'd have in the future.
    But there was still time for at least one more walk and one more chance to capture forever the image of this place:

We saw an occasional branch of ailanthus altissima.

        At one point Tom stopped to look at a strange branch growing up from the ground. When I caught up with him I, too, stopped to look. 
     "What do you think that is?'' I asked him.
    Tom shook his head.  "Wild honeysuckle. A bad invasive plant.  You just can't kill it."
       "But I can shoot it!"  replied I.

      And I did.