Oh, I went to see an amazing play last night with Nathan Lane called ‘Pictures from Home’, It has me really thinking this morning. It’s a play based on a memoir about a photographer who, as he tells it, goes to visit his parents, and discovers a dusty brown box in the garage. It’s covered with mouse trappings and filled with a treasure trove of home movies and family photographs.

The author is himself a photographer, and actually a professor of photography at one of the legendary art schools in San Francisco. Anyway, the play is a beautiful glimpse into a complicated family situation. The relationship between his mother and father, and the photographer documenting his parents’ aging. It’s a commentary on many things, and that’s not what I want to talk about right now . Side note, if you have the opportunity and you’re in New York, don’t miss ‘Pictures from Home’.

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