I have nothing substantial to say here. I just love this tree, and I love the peace of its location.
Your turn: What places bring you peace? What is it about them that makes this so?

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The cabin my family goes to brings me peace. Its right on the water. And in the woods, its quiet, tranquil, the smell of the salt in the breeze off the water is relaxing to the senses. It quiets the mind. Allows you to breathe.
ReplyDeleteI love when I walk my dog down the river near our house. It's so close to nature and just helps me get things in perspective.
ReplyDeleteThe ocean brings me peace; its'enormity puts me in my place.
ReplyDeleteThe mountains bring me peace; their durability brings me hope for the future.
Michele sent me.
Great blog.
ReplyDeleteI find it peaceful where there are no mobile phones and people talking into them!
Okay dude...this is better than coffee! I just wish I could be there...with my coffee ;0)
ReplyDeleteHi from Michele's today!! Nice to meet you!
Peace? Please share with me first what exactly that is??? I have 3 kids! I forgot peace long ago! :) ahahahahahah Hi there....here via Michele's lovley site, glad she sent me!
ReplyDeletenice photo (as usual)
ReplyDeleteit's amazing to think that there are still some lovely places left in Florida at all, with the way the developers are running amok...
Carmi, this is another beautiful picture from you. I love the angle and the framing.
ReplyDeleteIn the city in which I live, there is a wonderful park called Maymont. On one of the little walking trails, there is a large, flat rock. I think of it as my rock. I go there sometimes and just enjoy the scenery, to watch people, or to read. This is the place I think of most often when I need a peaceful respite.