[ILLUSTRATION OMITTED] Sometimes the decision to choose a destination is practical and other times travels come about quite magically. During my 2010 sabbatical, I traveled to several destinations including Armenia, India, Greece, and Italy. Unlike other trips, this particular journey caused me to think a bit differently about new places and how I engage with them. In the process of exploring these places I purposefully bought postcards for they portray more than the daily lives of people; these sometimes iconic images often portray the more idealized images of places. Often, postcards reflect a country's milestones, history, and cultural legacies. I am intrigued by the portrayals reflected on postcards because they urge me to shift the pace with which I navigate the world. When I returned home it was to the familiar. But, my camera caused me to re-focus somewhat differently on the everyday, as though it was a postcard. Suddenly, I found myself exploring the meaning of the familiar, for I realized I had been engaged in a meditation for more than 34 years. It took leaving the familiar and encountering the new to realize this. My vision was now directed towards Mills Hall, the heart of the meditation. From earthquakes to student rebellions, this iconic structure has withstood hardships, loss, and the pains of separation by students, staff, and administrators. The elegant strength and endurance represented in this 160-year-old centerpiece of the Mills College campus reminds me of many of the buildings on those postcards I purchased while traveling. Mills College is a place where I lived my student life and now, where the trajectory of my professional life has expanded my intellect, teaching, and leadership skills. It is also the place where my vision of education has been informed and transformed. Mills Hall comes into my view with multiple layers of the familiar, but even though it is the framework around which my daily life is centered I still meditate on the question: How do I seek meaning in the familiar? Is a lack of reflection, a lack of meaning? As I follow the meditation, I see new reflections and details in what is almost taken for granted as the familiar. As a result, I enter new portals related to sites that are part of my daily life. It is as though a new door is placed on an old building, and there is a renewal within me. My son, Lucas, a photographer, insisted I become familiar with Martin Parr's work after viewing my photographs of the Mills College campus. Parr, a British documentary photographer, is an avid collector of postcards. Martin Parr's book Tutta Roma (2007) depicts postcard-like photographs of Rome. He documents Rome through the sites, as well as the millions of visitors who cast their gaze on this historical city. His work also reflects how visitors become part of the city and make it, to some degree, what it is. In this way, he forces the viewer to look at more than just the sites by turning the lens back on the visitors. After I studied Martin Parr's work, I looked at my photographs again and realized that although I may have intended to turn the photographic lens back on myself, I had not done so. As I continued roaming around the Mills campus, I had placed myself in the role of a tourist, venturing through a most familiar place. Perhaps this is something we all do, as observing is easier than participating. I look at the photograph I took of Mills Hall and I am struck by how it is centered, with equal parts of sky and lawn. There is a balance in this photograph that often is not achieved in life, for imbalance is more familiar and more of a driving force in the daily course of our lives. Even though this terrain is the axis on which my daily routine turns, there is always the possibility that I will lose myself in the landscape. I am reminded of the lyrics from Like a Stranger, a song written by Bob Weir and John Barlow, and made famous by The Grateful Dead on their 1990 Without a Net album: Inside you're burning I can see clear through Your eyes tell more than you mean them to Lit up and flashing Like reds and blues Out there on the neon avenue But I feel like a stranger Feel like a Stranger I wonder if I actually always see my surroundings. …