In my imagination, I take a camera, a sketch pad, and a notebook and head out to see what I can find. I walk country roads. I climb mountains. I let the ocean waves cover my feet in sand and salt water. I talk to the people I meet along the way and listen to their stories. Every life has its pain and sorrow. I think, though, that the magic, the mystery, and the beauty far outweigh the pain. I wanted a place where I could share the magic and the beauty that I see. This is it.
I have good memories of the hikes we went on as a family when I was young. Below is a photo my Dad took of my Sister, my Mom, and me in 1967. I don’t know why I was reading a book. I love reading, but I think the scenery must have been more captivating than the book. I remember waking up to the scent of fresh air and pine. This might be why I open my kitchen window first thing in the morning and why the scent of pine makes me smile.
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