They say that the grass is always greener on the other side, but no one ever mentions anything about what goes on between those two sides. After traveling through Texas I now know why this saying exists.
Beautiful in its own way
On our way through Mississippi Adam and I stopped in Vicksburg Mississippi. It was as if we had driven 500 miles only to step back in time by about fifty years. Children played along the bank of the river as tug boats were being tied to the dock. The giant steamboat sat in the harbor looking over the tiny humidity soaked town. Families were setting up for the farmers market and businessmen chatted over cold drinks at the Coca Cola store where the first bottles of Coca Cola were bottled. As I walked down the street into a roomy, musty antique store with no air conditioning, I was met by two older ladies who offered me a fan to cool my face. For the next thirty minutes we talked about everything from the last neighborhood barbeque to their remodeled bathroom and their family in San Antonio. They told me about the gas station where you can order Dairy Queen at the pump and the drive through liquor store down the road. I don’t even think we exchanged names as we chatted and fanned the afternoon away.
There are certain defining moments in our lives that foster our further growth into adulthood. This last week was one of those as I packed up furniture, boxes, wedding gifts, and headed west. It was not necessarily the three day trip across the southern part of the United States that was so intense, but the fact that I was following in the many footsteps of individuals that have made a move like this. There is something quite sweet about packing up and just driving; kissing my fiance and thinking about creating a life somewhere new. Driving through the hills, mountains, fields, rivers, and plains to reach the oposite coast. Looking back and thinking “so that’s what’s over those hills.” I have always been a “flyer.” I have flown all over the world, but this was the first time I have really taken my time to drive through to the destination no just fly to the destination. The photos that will be posted over the next few days are from this journey and I hope you can enjoy them and get a taste of what lies in the middle.
Got to do an engagement shoot yesterday in Marrietta Square with a great couple. It was a beautiful evening in the historic town by the train tracks.
There is a place where the Pacific Coast Highway ends and falls into the Ocean. The photos below are from this spot: where the cliffs, concrete, and water collide. The moon was full and the air was warm as we sat on the edge of the earth watching the waves gently crash into the rising cliffs. Behind us was the orange glow of the city juxtaposed against the cool blue silhouette of the Pacific Ocean.
As a kid in Seattle, Ken Griffey Jr. was naturally my hero, and when he was reunited with the Mariners this year I had my parents mail out my old jersey and hat for the game against the Angels. Here are some of the photos from the game.
