Home is where the heart is.
I’ve been lucky enough to call many places home. My heart has been in many places and formed those connections that bind. Many of these places I have had the privilege to live for an extended period, and others were fleeting. But time doesn’t define love. Some burn hot and fizzle quickly, but that flame is no less real. I think the way that we approach the world makes all the difference in how we live our lives. When we approach it with an open heart and soul. We find ourselves at home quickly.
It all begins with an idea. Maybe you want to launch a business. Maybe you want to turn a hobby into something more. Or maybe you have a creative project to share with the world. Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference.
Patos Lighthouse, Washington
How can home be a place you’ve never lived? The closest I’ve lived to this imposing range is nearly seven hours. But still it calls to me. When I miss the mountains, I miss the Beartooths. I’ve seen but a speck of their hidden majestic depths, but I want more. I can sit in the majesty of these mountains for days. They are not a welcoming home; being covered in snow for nine months a year makes visiting a challenge in all but the summer months. Even then the highest meadows are snow dusted a few times each summer.
Beartooth Range, Montana
Somewhere between Rutgers University and my childhood home in Hamilton Twp. NJ, along one of the what used to be many fields, I found this scene. Did I wander through someone’s yard to capture it? Maybe, and I thank them for letting me have this memory. Rarely does the photo capture the feeling of the moment, but to all the people who shit on Jersey, this was where I grew up. Well, the suburban sprawl next to it.
Somewhere in the farmlands of central New Jersey
Pronounced “carney” like a carnival, Kearney holds a special place in my heart. While I’ve driven through on I-80 a few times in the spring, this place turns into Sandhill Crane paradise. The stopover on the banks of the Platte River provides them with the nourishment they need to make it ot their summer breeding ranges. On the banks, they find plenty of food, safety, and opportunities to find a mate.
I was lucky enough to find my mate here. We were engaged at sunset with the sound of cranes filling our hearts forever.
