sticky salty air
seaweed at my every turn
swimming on the Cape
| knocking for ghosts. Why....I have no idea!?! |
| obligatory cheesy photo when you are the only three on the tour. |
rap, rap, rap
dark, cold squeeze to my shoulder?
Walking with the dead
I'm going home for the weekend. What does that mean when you are an adult, when you have a home of your own? I have many homes. I have homes in Michigan, a home in Tennessee, a home in Scotland, a home in the woods, a home on the beach, an apartment home in Boston, a new home in Chicago, and homes I am still yet to find. I hope that this home, this blog, can connect my many homes together and allow me to be a little closer to the many homes I miss.
1 comment:
You take such good pictures! I love the one with the barn and flowers. Good capture of the moments :)
xoxo courtney
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