Lately I’ve been thinking about moving to Iceland…Is it a home what you are leaving behind or what you are traveling to? Why do we yearn to travel to a distant place, just to miss our old home that suffocated us? How did it feel to leave your home behind hundred years ago, when there was a probability you would never see it again?
This is an image of a walkway in my neighbourhood, where my best friend and I walk our dogs almost every evening for the last 25 years. It is an ordinary place, always busy with other people walking or riding bikes, you hardly notice changes around you, how tall the trees are or that new bench they installed the other day. It takes images like this one to remind me how magical home can be. Funny enough, only after I took the image did I notice there were no people in it.
That would be all for this week’s edition of Monochrome Madness. Till next week, be sure to check Leanne’s blog Leanne Cole PHOTOGRAPHY, where every Wednesday she hosts Monochrome Madness Challenge.
Home is where your heart yearns to be, although in saying that I have lived in basically the same region my entire life, different houses and areas, but never too far.
Home is where your heart yearns to be, although in saying that I have lived in basically the same region my entire life, different houses and areas, but never too far.
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Well, I lived in the same house my entire life…Imagine that! 😀
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Wow
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fabulous image and yes to your thoughts. Anais Nin said “We travel, some of us forever, to seek other places, other lives, other souls.”
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Beautiful words! Thank you.
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