I'll admit it:
Growing up in Napa, I took a lot for granted.
Actually, I kind of hated it.
But moving away at seventeen had its perks, chief among them being the knowledge that every time I went back it was only for a visit - then I could go home. Wherever home happened to be at the time.
And now I kind of love it.
I love going back, seeing all the beauty (trying all the wines) and taking all the pictures.
Years ago, when my parents gave me my first 35mm as a kid, I remember taking long drives up and down the valley taking pictures of everything beautiful.
I took a lot of pictures.
Not much has changed.
The best was one morning my dad took me up to "Big Valley" - his favorite hunting spot in the mountains surrounding the Napa Valley.
While I was armed with my camera, he was armed with a 12 gauge (I think, not actually sure which gun he grabbed). We saw a few quail running around but while it was a good day for the quail, not so much for a hunter near the end of the season.
Oh well. The trees sure were pretty.
Wow. I just noticed our noses are almost identical.
"Hi Dad soup."
So that was part one of the great journey.
Part two was a whole 'nother story...