“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.
Does feel like home!!
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I really enjoyed this post. It made me feel nostalgic about a home I once lived in. Thanks for this
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Rather different from Dublin, eh?
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What a beautiful post about home. I agree it’s hard to represent the image of home. The love, family, the joy of that haven, yours looks like it’s in a delightful place. Your photos tell me you have an Olympus camera too!
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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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I’ve got a few film cameras too. I know how hard it is to part with them. 🙂
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I laugh at the rotting smell of seaweed because to me “low tide” or the smell of rotting sea creatures is the sweet smell of home.
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I agree. I lived on a beach for a few years and worked at marine science centers. I also like the smell of horse pastures in rain. Both are homey aromas.
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I miss using seaweed for garden mulch.
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hadn’t thought of that one
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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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