That picture made me think of northeast Pennsylvania, where I used to try to go every summer when I lived in Philly so I could stand on hills and look at corn growing. I don't think it actually is PA--the hills aren't quite the right shape. But that's what it made me think of, and I took the note on the picture and went from there.

And Aimee makes me all misty-eyed!

Funny - it reminds me of California. Specifically, the pictures Kristin linked to from her drive down the coast.

Oh, Aimee, how lovely and ghosty.

If I had to guess where it actually is, I'd say Oregon or Washington, by the number of trees and the angles of the hills. But it still pinged my rural Pennsylvania brainspace somehow--probably because that's one of the places I'm intermittently homesick for.

I feel the same way about northern Michigan.

Oh, beautiful drabbles.

This drabble topic is going to break me.

We'll hold you up.

The thing is, the only picture that was really singing to me to be written about was number four, and I've done it.

I suspect I'm going to write a few that aren't connected to the photos.

Home

Photograph One:

Uncut grass tickles my ankles and the dankness radiating from the cut stone, shadowed at the wall's foot, chills the backs of my calves. Behind me the view stretches for vertiginous miles, and I know when I turn to look at it I'll feel I could lift my arms and let the wind fill imaginary wings. I could soar on the dense blue mist, track my way across familiar landscape below. My lungs fill with the smell of pine and grass and stone; my heart feeds on the blue distance, my roots go deep.