Homeward Bound

Homeward Bound

From Monday night’s snowstorm, Smiths Cove, Gloucester

Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought’s escaping,
Home where my music’s playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.   ~ Simon and Garfunkel

About Kim Smith

Currently creating documentary films about the Monarch Butterfly, Black Swallowtail Butterfly, and Gloucester's Feast of St. Joseph. Landscape designer for the Gloucester Harbor Walk Gardens. Designer, lecturer, author, illustrator, photographer. Visit my blog for more information about my landscape and interior design firm- kimsmithdesigns.wordpress.com. Good Morning Gloucester daily contributor. Author/illustrator "Oh Garden of Fresh Possibilities! Notes from a Gloucester Garden"
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12 Responses to Homeward Bound

  1. Ann Kennedy says:

    Peaceful and beautiful.

    • Kim Smith says:

      Thank you Ann–lucky shot–I stopped at the cove on my way home from Boston and was only able to take the one photo because my camera was instantly soaked from the wet snow.

  2. DebNy says:

    I just love the mood you’ve captured here. I can feel silence. Nice job.

    • Kim Smith says:

      Thanks DebNY. I was thinking about Virginia Frontiero’s Fish Tale post about her dad, and how any fisherman returning home from a day at sea in stormy weather must feel so thankful to arrive home safely.

  3. lovely, hushed feeling

  4. Robert Publicover says:

    Kim, there is no such thing as a lucky shot. Your talented eye saw the shot and your other considerable artistic talents made it possible for the rest of us to enjoy it! Thank you!

  5. Anne Lubbers says:

    That photo is beautiful! I love the way the snow mutes the color.

  6. Kim Smith says:

    Thank you Robert!

    Very, very kind of you to say.

  7. donnabarner says:

    Yes, surely makes me want to come home.

  8. Bob Ryan says:

    Homeward Bound…. root of the assigned moniker “HOBO”. Souls riding the rails, in search of an unknown destination. A place where a head can rest in the piece of night. Not a “bum”, but short term workers.

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