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.
Fool that I was, upon my eagle’s wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me. ~John Dryden
So I was minding my own business snapping shots of a heron as the tide was going out. A few baby ducks were swimming about the buoy when all of the sudden down swoops an eagle trying to snatch one of the ducklings. Birds and ducks scatter everywhere and the eagle retreats up into a tree. Right above my head. I say, of course “hey there, Mr. Eagle!” and he cocks his head and stares down at me.
The rain was pouring pretty heavily when I took these photos. It was worth getting wet.