Mark has called me the most unsentimental person in the world before and he just may be right. But after a twelve hour drive and a blown tire, exhausting every curved yellow line in the freeway, watching and waiting with baited breath at every bend in the road, that big, gorgeous water opened up to us like heaven and I cried like the baby I was holding. There's just something about Lake Tahoe. Something of my childhood. Something of being so close to something so big, floating above its glassy, mirrored surface. Something of the lulling lap of the waves. Something of the stinging melted snow water. Something of the clean, perfect smell that feels good in your nose and all the way down to your toes. Something of the surrounding pines and the Sierras that holds you in like a blanket. Something of the lake that makes even me sentimental.
7 comments:
Gorgeous! We're sorry to take you away from it, but glad to have you back!
Your words and photos are almost as beautiful as that baby boy of yours! We will see you on the third!!
it's the childhood thing. and the sky too. something about that sky. thank you for capturing it.
Love the top sunset pic. Amazing. So glad you could go, even with all the unplanned craziness along the way!
Amazingly beautiful! Glad you could enjoy it again.
WOW! What amazing photos! I've never been there. Now your really making me think that I've been missing out on something wonderful!
those photos are fantastic!
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