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Home is an unpaved road

“Mom do you know how many signs there are to your house that say the road narrows?” This from my daughter on a drive to our Idaho home. I did not know. So I started at one end where our gravel road meets the highway and drove to the other end where it loops back to the highway. I found more signs than I am sharing, and many tree houses, too, along our route. For me, home is a sense of place, a sense of the wild in nature and in my life. I have lived in mountains, on a beach, almost on a boat, and in cities.

My feeling of home brings sounds of people chatting, laughing, and crying together. I smell aromas from family cooking together in our kitchens, the compost in gardens, and rotting seaweed on a beach. The sense of home would make a challenging photo series. Some feelings can’t be photographed.

I see me in a place remote from city sirens and helicopters, a place where I encounter wildlife and rocks and rivers and can walk daily in peace. I want to get off the pavement and journey up a dirt road, ever narrowing, to a home where I can retreat from the fast pace of life. A place to renew myself and my family and set us running back to pavement when the time is right.

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    1. Thanks for your comments. I have 4 Olympus cameras and I’m probably going to upgrade my 4 megapixel DSLR soon. 2 of these cameras are film SLRs and I guess I should get rid of them, but I know them so well and love how they work.

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      1. It adds minerals to the soil, a good fertilizer. I put it between rows to block weeds. It dries but absorbs water in rain and turns wet for a while. Then it’s slippery. Any salt leaches away. It breaks down into compost.

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