Thinking Tree

Since coming to Seattle, I haven’t found “my place”. The place I can go to be alone, breathe, enjoy the sound of the water lapping on the shore. The place I can “hide” with my thoughts or my art journal.

Today, I found it.

By accident.

As all perfect “places” appear.


It’s not quite Oprah’s tree, but it’s perfect for me!

Quiet beauty…until the pounding began and I met the neighbors.