I live at Home. No really. I live at Home, Washington. It is ripe with history, with anarchists and granolaites and nudists. It’s out here in the Key Peninsulas and can I just say I feel so at home here? 😀
It is so beautiful. I was born and raised in the deserts of New Mexico and lived in Utah for 25 years before coming out here. It is true what they say about trees being revitalizing. Trees are healthy, trees are good. I love them and their green, expansive ways.
We have an indigenous tree called the madrona. It has been in some of my previous photos but I will be highlighting them in a future post.
In the meantime, another few pictures of the place I call home.