Maps

There’s a curious interest with traveling.  Beautiful, far away destinations that could only possibly come from the stroke of a paintbrush by the hand of God.  Places that tingle all of your senses with introspection and dreams.  Frozen moments that burn imprints.  

Photographs are all they are.  Because what is a place without people.  The value of the places I’ve visited is determined by the people with whom I’ve connected, or not.

I spent 6 years in the Valley.  I lived 30 minutes from the island.  Driving down long stretches of beach, late night bonfires, shark fishing, and the sunrise inching above the waves.  One high school towns and Friday night lights, Ultimo Taco, and countless hours at The Dog House.  

As I left, a few people reached out to me.  “Let’s have a drink before you go.”  I slipped away.  I didn’t want to make me leaving a thing.  Much more than a few Polaroids...shared time and space, connections made. I’ll remember you.