@homeartpictures Here is the scroll story these pictures are telling me:

I got all of my camping gear together to enjoy a week in the great outdoors. When I got to the "recommended" camping spot, it was literally sand and rocks. So I hopped back in the car, drove several hours to a lush valley for some meditation.

While meditating, in my mind's eye, I was a flower that saw the world through the lens of the morning dew hanging off local flora. I then contemplated the source of that water, and how all life flows from it.

Then I remembered it was pretty close to my favorite pizza joint, so I left. When I got there, I was super pumped. Ordering "the usual", I was disappointed, nay, pissed that they put whole slices of red onion on there! Like renownd chef Scott Conant, I find them abhorrent, so I left.

A food truck down the road was advertising "surf and turf." Steak sounded awesome. Turns out they actually mean the stuff that cows eat, so went back to my camper and made my favorite: potato cakes.

After carb loading, I was ready for a night out. I headed to the opening of a new club, "Squirt", but no one was there. I decided to peace out asap.

Recognizing this trip was going to be a bust, so I headed east to the beach. As the sun was rising. I sat there, watching the workers dig. Would it be a well? A foundation for a structure? Were they prospecting.

Realizing my prospects for happiness were greatest if my journey continued, I hopped back in the car and drove to the beach. When I arrived, exhausted from the journey, I closed my eyes. I dreamed of a strange string of words, "Home Art Pictures", which exploded into a million pieces of glass.

Awaking from the dream, I logged into Steemit to document my adventure.

Arriving just before lunch, I found my destination to be picturesque. R