Where is my place in the World?
Where is my home?

where redwoods are burled?

protected by gnomes?

where waves crash the rocks?

of boats by the dock?

that touches blue air?

of crowded Times Square?

reaching higher and farther?

with views of the harbor?

grapes ready to prune?

at a Western Saloon?

remote isolation?

of tombs and cremation?
My place is a harvest
of everything listed.
No one place defines me, lest
l ever existed.
Your photos are crisp wow…love them… I enjoyed this… I haven’t been to enough places to make a comparison…haha… so my place is still home…
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Click your heels together 3X and repeat:
There’s no place like home…
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hahah…indeed…
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Beautiful pics and the way you presented it..
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Thank you for your kind words.
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Love this! And SO jealous of all the different places you’ve seen!
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Thanks, Stacy. Don’t be a hater when you could be a relocator. Haha.
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hahaha… so true…
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very nice pics. what camera do you use?
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Thank you. All pix were shot with a Lumix dmc-fz300.
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Great photos. Love your style & sentiment in the poem.
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Thank you. We are the sum products of our choices. You are what you eat…
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Very true!
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Reblogged this on Vietnam Travel & Trade Portal .
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