The Road Home

I was going through some of the many photography files I have on my hard drive the other day.  As I sifted through the images, I ran across a folder titled "BLIZZARD".  I distinctly remember going out in January of 2014 after a fresh 14 inch snow fall.  I took my camera and 4x4 out early before anyone had an opportunity truly disturb the beauty.  That day was really cold.  I didn't make it out for a real long time and many of the photos either had my breath in the way or were out of focus because of the shivering.  However, I did get some really good shots.  

Now, a year later and living in beautiful Jacksonville Florida just a mere 15 miles from the beach, I look through these photos and my heart recalls that frigid Indiana day.  Honestly, I don't miss the cold... or the snow... but home is home.

I am learning that home is a really hard thing to define these days.  When I used to travel the hotel room became home for that night.  If I am here in Jax and I say home I mean my house here on campus.  If I say "back home" I am referring to those Indiana fields and the family that holds such  deep spot in my heart.  

Home... it can be a lot of places and look like a lot of things.  This image that I once called "The Road to No Where" just got a title change... "The Road Home" is what I will be calling this image from now on.