Herron island. Vacation houses, most of them empty on week days. Madrona trees, pebble beaches, quiet ocean ripples. Deer walking around the shady paths unafraid, undisturbed by people, as in a post-apocalyptic vision. You can not come here without an invitation, neither can you buy something - the only store on the island closed long time ago. Almost an Alasdair MacIntyre utopian community. Milla loves it. We can get used to this kind of life. Almost.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Impossible Places
Herron island. Vacation houses, most of them empty on week days. Madrona trees, pebble beaches, quiet ocean ripples. Deer walking around the shady paths unafraid, undisturbed by people, as in a post-apocalyptic vision. You can not come here without an invitation, neither can you buy something - the only store on the island closed long time ago. Almost an Alasdair MacIntyre utopian community. Milla loves it. We can get used to this kind of life. Almost.
