Place shapes you. Or so is my theory. I am inexplicably fascinated with "place" and the subtleties that make up the place itself and its people.
I can -and do- spend hours perusing google street view to get a peek into someone else's world...Cacaulandia, Brazil or Rostov Oblast, Russia...
I feel like different architectures and landscapes subtly shape us.
If I were raised in an apaato in Tokyo, would I have the same love of a hike through manzanita and granite boulders at treelike like I found near my real-me childhood home? Would the crackle of a fireplace in a log cabin have any special-ness? If I grew up in Acre, Brazil, would I love the quiet of a snowy day? Or would a monsoon rain bring me solace instead?
How does place shape you?