May 4, 2012

a charming, surprise of a space.

While hiking through Lake Tahoe, we came across this gorgeous little picnic area set right along the water's edge. Immediately I became enchanted with the space, snapping photos from every angle, watching sunlight cut through the tiny trees and splash itself across the table. I was smitten. 

Later, it dawned on me: Within that small, unexpected space, there was a little something from everywhere I'd ever lived. There was a rustic wooden picnic table that matched the ones near my childhood home, the ones I carved my initials into again and again. There was water—clear, cold blue water that made my heart ache for the San Diego years. A sense of surreal charm seemed to surround the space—like that of a fairytale—and immediately I thought of Oxford, England, the city where I first learned the meaning of adventure. There was a tall circle of trees, too, and that's one of my favorite things about living in the Bay Area—green, so much green against so much blue.

All that from this strange, simple little space between the mountains.
Funny how we find pieces of home in other places, isn't it?

(Photo: Lake Tahoe | My Flickr)

5 comments:

vintch said... [Reply to comment]

so beautiful, and such a sweet sentiment. there's a place in my back yard that stirs up all kinds of emotions in me. just a little plot of land beside the clothesline. i think now that you've nailed it. it reminds me of home.

Mateus Lopes said... [Reply to comment]

such a beautiful place, and the text, also! these picnic tables like the one from the pic are a little unusual around here...

Laura Marie said... [Reply to comment]

@vintch Love that you relate :)

Kristin said... [Reply to comment]

what a gorgeous spot

Brooke said... [Reply to comment]

Truly I couldn't have said it better. You have the most beautiful way with words!