Monday, 2 August 2010


Happiness does not depend on outward things, 
but on the way we see them.
Leo Tolstoy

Just a few photos I took on my dad's land yesterday. This place means home to me, in ways that I cannot even properly voice. The place where I grew up - the tiny bunk beds dad built up, the place we had our cubby house and jumped on our trampoline. The creeks we spent many many countless hours/days/years playing in.

*quote found on Sandrine's blog, perfect for me this.exact.moment.


  1. I always reckon that history makes a place a true home.

  2. Beautiful pictures Ellie,wishing you some happy moments xx

  3. Such beautiful piccies! Home to me is family..where my loved ones are..that's home! Wishing you a gorgeous week :)

  4. it's beautiful...and thanks for your lovely writing in 'peppermint'


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