Boats, Camping, documenting nature, Summer, xo (10)
I don't know about you, or about my boys, but when I see this photo, I smell oysters. I smell crispy dried algae and chum and it's salty-sticky. And that's just the bottom layer.
Smell is a funny thing. It's part of our limbic system, creating powerful responses to our environment based on memory.
This country, dry, grassy West Marin, was where I spent most of my time when Ford was in my belly. I think if I could conjure the smell of heaven, this would be it. I was a happy pregnant person. I hung out with my horse out here ...