There's no place quite like home...
There need be nothing preternaturally sweet or homespun about the moods embodied in domestic space. These spaces can speak to us of the somber as readily as they can of the gentle.
There is no necessary connection between the concepts of home and of prettiness;
what we call a home is merely any place that succeeds in making more consistently available to us the important truths which the wider world ignores, or which our distracted and irresolute selves have trouble holding on to.
As we write, so we build: to keep a record of what matters to us.
– Alain de Botton The Architecture of Happiness
One of the only things I would add to these beautifully written words is: as I photograph, so I build: to keep a record of what matters to me 
Peace,
~me
Filed under: On a Personal Note | Tagged: writing, life, home
I forgot to mention “The Tortilla Curtain” by Boyer
and “My Stroke of Insight”
The latter was especially interesting…
Home is an awesome theme…
I love the old song …
“Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home.”
home, to me, is an aura, a feeling i get in a space…