There are some things words can’t quite hold. This gallery is a glimpse into the heart of our home. Each image is a fragment of the story we live every day: quiet, enduring, and grounded. Come wander a while.
“I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live and what time the birds awaken in the summer — and what trees and seasons smelled like — how people looked and walked and smelled even. The memory of odors is very rich.”
-John Steinbeck