This is the second tree house photo I’ve shared recently. I’ve created a category on Red Bubble for Treehouses because I do not believe it will be my last. The more I climb back into the creative mind of my youth, the more I crave this kind of sanctuary. I never had a tree house as a child, but I find myself wanting to construct one now in my adult backyard.
Private space is something we all long for from the day we begin. Yet we also long for inclusion and acceptance. Are we permanently set up for dissatisfaction. Or is it only our subconscious protection against failure. With so many goals and dreams, we have to succeed at at least one of them. Right?