Take me to your happy place...

Summer 2006, Vancouver, Robson Square and then her apartment afterwards

 

Great city! Hit it during the International Jazz Fest!

 

Far along the trail, deep into the woods.

 

Seriously my happy place is anywhere with my dog and no people around, just miles and miles of grass and trees, sunlight helps but isn't vital...

 

I one of those people that have the ability to just shut the world out with a flip of a switch so almost anywhere cause it’s in my head but I enjoy it most with a guitar in my lap....or a big blonde one of the two

 

Private beach in the Maldives clear water no internet no traffic fresh caught fish cooking on grill ice cold drinks and my kid laughing as they play in the water. Not a bad memory to go back on

 

My happy place is in my head and I’m pretty much always there but undetached from the world it would have to be I’m my truck in the middle of nowhere on the way to my tree stand/blind. Or sitting playing guitar...also I do like my online racing

 

My ringtone my home

 

Sitting on my porch in the warm spring sun. Painting my toenails or stealing a few moments to enjoy an apple or sandwich.

 

A hot, dry sauna, nude and alone with my thoughts and an ice cold beer

 

Sitting on the balcony with my wife over looking the sea of Galilee. It was so peaceful ( no kids)

 

On the lake when it's quiet, putting my feet up and just listening to the nature around me.

 

Reading a good book, in the sun, no sounds except nature. I can rest for hours like that.

 

Being dry and warm in a cabin (or a very sound waterproof tent) overlooking some amazing green scenery with the sound of the rain in the background

 

At the lake.. beautiful sunny warm day.. Light breeze ..cold drink.. good music

 

Someone close to my heart & only two of as & have party time & have fun U say something & i response to u as quick as possible ...,>>

 

Sitting with a couple of mates having a drink by my favorite river side pub and watching boats for by and idiots trying to use the lock. Can waste hours doing this.

 

Home, alone, free from thought in the early morning hours, caught up in a session of quirky productivity that has pulled me out of myself and entertains me with awe- inspiring, strange manifestations being assembled by the hands at the end of my arms that I can't quite call my own

 

probably this is my happy place curti.la/PlCOo