I love the ocean–it certainly has its own brand of beauty. But when I think of missing my “home”, I’m thinking of New Mexico. I don’t think there’s any other state so defined by color as it is. This picture of spring in NM captures that. It’s a land of the earth whether it’s sand-hued adobes, acres of white sand or golden clay-yellow mesas. I always knew when traveling back to my home exactly when I crossed the state-line–the scenery, and color, was that distinct. I think I mention in one of my novels that it’s really earned the motto: Land of enchantment.
Tell me about your home state…. what defines Spring where you are? What part does color play?