When you stop to think about it, this is a pretty hard topic to capture photgraphically. I think so, anyway.
After thinking about it all week and making no progress I decided to simplify the process and think about it as I drove home, so all my photos, except for the very last, are taken from the car.
It wasn't a long drive. When I've been 'away' the first time I get the feeling that I'm nearly home is when I come over the top of the Brynderwyns and Bream Bay opens before me. From here I know I will be home in around an hour.
I know I'm nearly home when the sealed road stops and the rough road starts.
After heavy rain overnight I check the height of the murky creek and catch glimpses of the fog lifting from the mountains.
I check my favourite tree which is just now springing into new life. That's it in the middle of the shot. It has a better profile going the other direction but I wasn't going that way today, I was heading home.
Bright bursts of yellow catch my eye at a couple of places - kowhai flowering beside the road, another sign of spring.
Today there were no traffic jams. The ones below occurred on a miserable, rainy day just like today.
Home at last I know what home really means to me - putting my feet up unconcerned about holes in my slippers.
If I had to choose one word to describe what home means to me, it would be comfort. I am comforted by those around me and my surroundings. A feeling is hard to capture but I've given it my best shot. To see how others of the team have approached this, just pop over here.
