Home is not a place.
Home is not a place, or a building or a portion of space.
Home is far less tangible, it’s not just the space it’s the time as well. It’s the people we love. It’s the air we breath at that very second and the ones we share it with.
This week I’ve slept in 4 different beds, 4 different houses and I’ve never felt more at home. Each house was filled with the people I love. Crammed with laughter and tears. Overflowing with love and affection.
Where there’s a will.
There’s a way.
Then fired by rising petrol prices, a longing for a fixie and a spare afternoon I took to pulling the steed apart.
The long term plan is to start riding to work regularly, and at 10 miles thats a lengthy ride (to me anyway). So I’m documenting my steep learning curve here, on 16 Teeth.
A weekend in Kent.
Trying to keep my VSCO Grid cleaner than my IG.
Come see: reece.vsco.co
Also drop me a line with yours love to see some new stuff.
Sunny Pair | 2013 on Flickr.
Colchester Zoo | July 2013