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Climbing What I Call Home

Going back to my Father’s second home for vacations meant a long day’s journey by train, bus, jeep and a trek; to a land filled with mosquitoes and a lot of mud. I did not enjoy the trips.

As the years passed by, the land was converted to a lovely little plantation with a home; I began to fall in love with the place bit by bit.

Home sweet home from amongst the trees

The view before sundown

Climbing What I Call Home

It is a rather welcoming view home

Climbing What I Call Home

Lonely pines are nice

Climbing What I Call Home

Or even bananas

Climbing What I Call Home

And rubber

Climbing What I Call Home

And this fancy kid, who posed

Climbing What I Call Home

And this mother, not so happy to see me

Climbing What I Call Home

Breakfast cooked over a firewood stove tastes pretty good!

Climbing What I Call Home

And this surprising fish pond?

Climbing What I Call Home

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As an Architect, Environmental Designer and Amateur Photographer; I have come to fall in love with lines that define spaces, the cool breeze that keeps us sane within, the colours and forms that add meaning to the surroundings, and human emotions, which add value to Architecture.

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