This picture was my folks house on Tortola in the British Virgin Islands. They lived here from when I was 11-18 years old. They built this small but spectacular home after buying land overlooking Cane Garden Bay. My father would go up after work with a machete to clear the site of the tiny home. the unique thing about this rustic home is that only the two bedrooms and kitchen had screened in walls. the rest of the living area just had a roof and where walls and windows normally would have gone was just a raw unobstructed 180 degree view of light blue ocean and the neighboring island.
My mom would require us to to join her every evening to the right of this photo in the "living rom" to take in the golden hour sunset show with the sounds of Cane Garden Bay drifting in from below. It was living in connection to something greater than my teenage self. Then the dark would take over with the chorus of the island tree frogs sweetly croaking "coqui coqui". So much so visitors found it too loud to sleep. My folks are continuing their legacy of finding residence alongside the beauty of raw nature now up in Orcas Island. Their joint quest for what is true to them has always been an inspiration and even if not understood at the time a humble joy to witness.