I noticed the work of one of the seniors who I have posted about before. She is from an island here in S.E. Alaska. She lived with her large extended family in a smoke house near the water. Her collage was composed of images of clams and of clamming.
What really caught my eye was what she wrote on the bottom of her paper,
"I live in all these clams."
After I read her words out loud, she looked up at me and said,
"Yes, I live in all these clams; my memories do.
I really miss living that way. I want to go back home."