When I go home to visit family, I always have my camera around and I always try to snap a few photos of my Mom’s house. I usually get distracted with family, siblings and good food, but I finally took a few photos while we were at home over Thanksgiving. This was the house where I grew up after I was about 10, I think. My parents have been talking about moving lately, as empty nesters do, and it’s such a foreign thought to imagine “going home” to anywhere but this house. Here are a few of my favorite vignettes. It’s gorgeous, isn’t it? My Mom is really good at this stuff.