Home: 26 years of Living on Bainbridge Island
The dictionary defines Home as where one lives permanently, especially as a family member or household member. A home is something so special, it is indescribable.
Bainbridge Island has become my definition of home. We have lived on this island for over 25 years and have enjoyed joining the Bainbridge community and giving our son a great place to grow up.
I grew up in Southern California and was a real “SoCal” girl, never thinking I would ever leave. But I did, and have never looked back.
I still remember our first visit to Bainbridge Island. Well, it was not a visit; it was more like a drive-through on our way to the ferry, but it made such an impression on us. When Ken graduated from the University of Washington and got a job in Seattle, he thought that would make a reasonable commute, after watching me driving over the 520 bridge for two years.
The images in this show are of our places, which evoke warm memories of our lives here. Thank you, Bainbridge Island, for giving us a wonderful Home.
My work for this show were created on Stonehenge Kraft paper with water-soluble colored pencils and crayons.
Ken’s statement:
When we moved on to the island, I started a daily commute on the ferry into Seattle, It has been my break between home and work for the same 26-years that Susan has been making our home on the island.
My Mom was born and raised in the shadow of Mount Rainier, after she married my Dad, the army sent our family all over the world, but I remember her telling us about the “Mountain” growing up, it’s presence and always the big question, “is it out today?”
I was an adult before I started getting to know the Mountain on my own. My daily commute has allowed me to see it in all kinds of light, weather, and seasons. I’m still looking for it daily, and seeing if there is a shot I have not taken of it yet.