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.
Bursts as a wave that from the clouds impends, And swell’d with tempests on the ship descends; White are the decks with foam; the winds aloud Howl o’er the masts, and sing through every shroud: Pale, trembling, tir’d, the sailors freeze with fears; And instant death on every wave appears.
Homer (“Smyrns of Chios”) Quotes , Source: The Iliad