Wednesday, March 12, 2008
THOUSAND WORD THURSDAY
This is the bridge to Port St. Joe, Florida, one of my most favorite places on the planet. It's situated on the Gulf Coast between Panama City and Appalachicola, near Cape San Blas, where the sand dunes are mountainous and snow white. It's truly truly one of the most gorgeous places. But that's not why I love it so much.
I love it so much because it's where my grandparents have lived for over sixty years. No matter how many times my own family relocated, we always came home to Port St. Joe, to the house Granddaddy built with his own two hands, to the kitchen where Grandma made sour cream cake and chocolate pies and hoe cakes in an old iron skillet, to the weedless garden, the toilet that wouldn't flush, the furniture still covered in plastic.
Thanks, MJ, for thinking to take this pic.
“The hardest thing in life is to know which bridge to cross and which to burn."
- David Russell