Lifeless urban existence.

Can't hear any birds in the evening singing you to sleep, or waking you up at dawn the next day. No deer to chase out of the garden. Only sirens and cars. Everything is set up for adults. Where is the roaming, the freedom to explore, the imagination corners and nooks in trees, over grown grass to swim through for kids?
Before I wanted to tame a corner of nature into something organized, now I want to create chaos and let the grass grow over my head in this land of clip and snip. So much sitting, talking, reading...miss the doing, seeing, being.
Longest 3 years of my life coming up. Week 1 complete.

Bigger dream

we're going to need a bigger bus.....how about a magical one from Harry Potter? Probably even bigger on the inside than the outside.

circus wagon

This lovely circus wagon belonged to Tom Mix. You can find info about his circus days here, if interested. Personally, I just like the photo.

a tight squeeze

the stagnant future

All the nomadic bloggers I graze and a few earthly friends who reside in a bus are either moving into houses or in the process of building one to move into, and here we are trying to get out of one. Is it a case of the grass being greener on the other side?

Fish habitat

In the Philippines you can go diving to a bus. Malapascua is a dive destination with a purposefully sunken bus to explore....more uses for a bus!

if a bus just isn't big enough

Found this on Flickr......
I like the tear shaped windows.