Leaving my heart...

I. Love. It. Here. Driving through rugged brown hills that resemble piles of soft brown velvet, then coming down the black ribbon of road that empties into the cool blue bay. We drove for an hour through suburbs and business parks, but when I first saw the shimmering water and the sprawl of San Francisco, my skin literally prickled. This is only the second time I have been here, but this is the second time I felt like I was coming home.

The day was spent shooting American landmarks and there is no chance that I captured anything that was unique in any way. But the company was the most important thing. Something about these people creates a perfect balance between being alone and being cared for and I have found this simpatico almost no where else in my life. This also makes it very hard for me.


Add to this the fact that the views were just so plain beautiful I couldn't even shoot. For the first time ever the landscape has disarmed me!

I've never seen the sun set over the ocean until today but I never thought I would care. Not being a beach or a water person, why should it matter? But now I will never forget the views here tonight, the salty air, the silhouettes of the cypress trees, the twinkle of the city lights, the chilly wind and the unbelievable rainbow of hues that pattern the surf as the sun sinks down.

I'm being pushed to "miss" my flight tomorrow. I can conceivably "miss" the next 6 months of flights. I suppose I'm writing this as a bit of an insurance policy to my family and friends out east who might notice that I didn't come home.

But I feel like I'm home. Doesn't that matter?