My long lost mother would often refer to me, her youngest daughter, as a packrat. I was the prowler, scavenger, picker, gleaner of the family. Just as Ruth followed the harvesters through the fields, picking up all the lost grains, I went through my childhood constantly searching for treasures. Through the years, I have gathered and lost many hordes of discarded treasures.
A pattern has emerged in my choice of subjects, I accumulate bits and bobs that may seem unrelated. When in fact they are all very much in the same family.