Below are some of my favorite treehouse photos. I love treehouses. As a kid, I had one that my father built that was simple, yet splendid, and wedged between two ample trees. It had two windows and a door and a handmade wooden ladder. I can still remember the woody, earthy smell of it. (I regret that I don’t have any photographs of it to share, but I did pull a few images from Google.)
Today, I live in the Blue Ridge Mountains in a house that has an amazing back porch overlooking the forest that many guests say reminds them of an elaborate treehouse. So this post, instead of being about writing and creativity, is in honor of houses in trees and treehouse photos.
Did you have a treehouse as a kid? Which is your favorite of these images? As always, I’d love to hear from you.
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