Monday, April 4, 2011

Home

Home. The word circled comfortably in my mouth like bubble gum, swished around sweetly soft and satisfying. Home. Try saying it aloud to yourself. Home. Isn't it like taking a bite of something lovely? If only we could eat words.
--Sol Luckman, artist and author 

Old homestead near Blountville, TN (click to enlarge).
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3 comments:

  1. LolaApril 4, 2011 at 4:14 PM

    What a welcoming old home sight. So neat & well taken care of. Sure makes me home sick.

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  2. Richard SigginsApril 4, 2011 at 9:16 PM

    Well composed with the sweeping road and the placement of the homeplace between the trees. The green grass and bare trees says SPRING.

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  3. JanniApril 11, 2011 at 9:03 AM

    "Your words were found, and I ate them, and your words became to me a joy and the delight of my heart, for I am called by your name, O LORD, God of hosts." ~Jeremiah 15:15

    Yes, saying "home" is like that, too. Home.

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