This Weekly Photo Challenge: Home is rather interesting – the immediate interpretation is of one’s wee domicile, and I don’t really have photos of what my home really represents: books! But home is also where other things live, the things that make it home for me – apart from books. When I looked around, it was all cats & dragons, with the occasional Cthulhu, more than a few horses, rocks, feathers, spiderwebs and – did I mention books?
But there is very little natural light in here, so, no photos of the crammed bookshelves cramming what should be ample space for one small Keira & her fattee cattee. Here are a few things that make the main desk where I am organizing this very post home within the home:
things on top of computers, things looking over the desk space (complete with cobwebs), and a friendly cat overlooking the whole every-shifting chaos from the lofty height of a tall bookcase:
Then there are homes of other people: a recent (2 days ago) photo of the local (Hyde Park) swan family. Those bebes are now – well – not bebes anymore. But not yet black either.
But for me – home is a variety of things. Honeyeaters in my garden, in my street, in the local flames trees, they make it home:
Home is also the silhouettes against the urban sunsets of my neighbourhood, both winter and summer – silhouettes of trees in summer & winter (with & without leaves), the ubiquitous telephone poles, that tree and the house roof – all of these mean ‘home’ to me.
THen there are trees – of course there were going to be trees. These trees, to misquote Treebeard from Lord of the Rings, I regard as my friends:
Hyde Park’s Moreton Bay figs – from the path coming in from William/Vincent Street corner:
The plane trees – summer with glorious leaves, and winter with their amazing structure:
The moreton Bay figs further into the park, dappled in sunlight:
and this, on the edge of the park on the William Street side. Just glorious!
Then there are these massive fellows. Their mighty sense of presence makes me feel both small and protected:
And this one – from the corner up the road from me: pied beauty. He is very difficult to photograph but I love him dearly:
and of course – the lemon scented gum where I used to live. My glorious, gorgeous, mighty, and yet fragile, friend. Is he my favouritest tree? Ah, when choosing amongst so many. But this is the one I used to sit beneath, stand again, try to hug (he’s really too big). He is the one I know best, means home in a deep inside way:
& this, caught in sunsetty light, is the tree in the block of units where I live. Filled with birds and falling bark and branches. He makes a mess and lovely sounds in the wind:
And, of course, home is this one. I am her home and she is mine. Where she is is my home. And where I am is her home.
This was a very interesting challenge. And I went overboard – again! I hope you forgive me – & enjoy my interpretation.
Looking forward to seeing yours…