And This Is Home

Driving a back road to Rocky Mountain National Park last week with dog and boyfriend, gaping at the rural scenes, I saw this devilishly handsome baby with its feet to the clouds

        
and I shouted STOP!


Have you ever seen such
surrender to place? Do you have
any doubts a happy family resides
at this farm?



Walking on a beach in Ocean Springs, Mississippi, a decade back, I came across the most striking sand drawing: a pure large circle which became, on closer inspection, a smiling woman with her legs and arms thrown up over her head, split open to the joys of the oncoming tide. She was naked.

I still remember that drawing and smile in wonder.

Who made these crazy sandstone eggs?

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An artist in Lyons, Colorado, smitten with place.

Who knew lilac trees in China have coppery peeling bark?

The gardener who planted one in Boulder, Colorado.

What does your postal carrier see when approaching your place? A box this grand?!

Cheryl Crow’s “And This Is Home” sang itself in my head all the way to the Stanley Hotel at the outskirts of Rocky Mountain National Park. Sleet descended. Too early for a tourist’s drive through, and so we turned around. “This Must Be The Place” by the Talking Heads accompanied our U-turn, and the lovely drive on back roads to Boulder. (“Pick me up and turn me 'round…”)

Do a sexy lamp dance. Find your own way home. If you don't love the human race, watch these music videos and you may. Be smitten. With our time and our place.

It's all home.