i don't get to go home like i would like, but when i do,i try to get outisde....it is one of the few places that gives me peace....and i am often overwhelmed by the beauty of Home... it is here that i learned about the world, obsevered the wonders of it all. The quiet of the country, which, in my teen years, was agonizing at times, but the quiet now and memories of childhood are what shaped my world views on life...when i got back now, things have changed, like they do...trees have grown taller, the feild where we flew kits is no longer a feild but a sprawling tree farm, and the danger of wild pigs makes it difficult to take the quiet walks in the woods like i like to...neighbors are building, grandparents are long gone, elderly neighbors grow more elderly, and childhood friends have grown up and moved away too...no one i knew as a child are still there, except my parents....and when i walk into the woods to gather pinecones and take pictures, i have to stop , and weep...
as i said, it can be overwhelming....
and even difficult to write about now...
so, every time i go back, i try to take new pictures, as though this will somehow be like taking a bit of it home with me...bits i can't get back....
But, so desperately want to...
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