OK, so not house dresses. But I could learn to live in a pair of Levis. (I see you over there, in the corner, smirking and making your Green Acres joke.)
However, I do not dream of living at the beach.
Not in sadness, of course, but the weepy you get from being overwhelmed and awed and humbled by something so beautiful you can't look and you can't look away and you hear God whispering in the air and your soul recognizes something you've never seen before.
Tears literally pricked my eyes when I first saw these mountains.
I think I'm a mountain girl.
There's this too:
Soon, I'm going to blog about this photo I took. I did not use a zoom lens by the way, and it was most certainly not taken in a zoo. Good story.
Mountains or beaches? What place holds your heart?