six-blocks

Tag: our place

  • A Place to Return To

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    kamischacom
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    After the fence was finishedand the conversations about utilities began,we could have continued immediately. Another call.Another decision.Another visible step forward. But something inside us felt steady. For years, travel meant movement without anchors.We would leave, explore, absorb new landscapes —and then return…but never quite to something that felt truly ours. There was always a sense…

  • The Fence. Before Electricity.

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    Before we started bringing electricity to the land.Before utilities, companies, contracts, and waiting.We did one thing that seemed simpler. We built a fence. Not because it was a big project.But because it was one we still felt able to do ourselves. A first boundary A fence is not just about separation.It is the first gesture…

  • What We Didn’t See (or Didn’t Want To)

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    We already had the land.Before the purchase, we checked the zoning plan.Yes, building was allowed.On paper, everything was fine. What we didn’t fully see were the things that don’t show up on maps so easily. The things you quietly accept We knew there were no utilities on the land.We knew access wouldn’t be perfect.We knew…

  • THE BEGINNING

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    In the beginning, there was light.Not a plan. Not a house. Not a clear vision of the future.Just light — resting briefly on the landscape — and a quiet feeling that we should stay. We searched for a place for a long time.Not efficiently. Not quickly.For almost ten years, we crossed the country back and…

  • Another small beginning

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    kamischacom
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    This is not a finished thought.Just a place to see how the page breathes when there is more to read.Some words exist only to test space, rhythm, and silence.

  • A quiet beginning

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    kamischacom
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    This space didn’t start with a plan.It started with a need for quiet. A place between the forest and the human trace.Between observation and participation. I don’t know yet what this will become.But I know how it should feel.