Week 14
Hometown
April 7, 2011
I'm from Richmond, VA. Well, I suppose I'm actually from the Richmond area, having been raised close by, but technically outside of Richmond proper. All the same, I was looking through last week's images and this shot of the Robert E. Lee bridge and Richmond skyline, taken just after sunrise from the floodwall on the south side of the James River prompted me to write about home. So here is the image, and here I am, writing about home.
Last year in one of my blogposts, I described how we can make a home and be happy most anywhere, and I still believe that to be true. That a given, there is something to be said for coming "home". The place we were raised. Maybe you have family there, long-time friends, or perhaps all that's left from the place you call home are vivid memories of childhood. Perhaps all you get is a feeling when you are back home that you don't get anywhere else. There is a familiarity and comfort level that comes with being in a place that so many new experiences were collected.
The neighborhood I grew up in is like that, as is the community where I spent my high school years (and where my parents still live), as well as the burg where I went to college, and the small town where I first began a career. That must be it... the memories and "firsts". Looking back, I'd have to say that the many places I have lived since, while appreciated and special in their own way, don't have the feeling of "home" or nostalgia associated with these places of "firsts".
Image taken with Canon 5DMII, 24-70 2.8L lens, 1/125 sec @f11, ISO 400
I'm from Richmond, VA. Well, I suppose I'm actually from the Richmond area, having been raised close by, but technically outside of Richmond proper. All the same, I was looking through last week's images and this shot of the Robert E. Lee bridge and Richmond skyline, taken just after sunrise from the floodwall on the south side of the James River prompted me to write about home. So here is the image, and here I am, writing about home.
Last year in one of my blogposts, I described how we can make a home and be happy most anywhere, and I still believe that to be true. That a given, there is something to be said for coming "home". The place we were raised. Maybe you have family there, long-time friends, or perhaps all that's left from the place you call home are vivid memories of childhood. Perhaps all you get is a feeling when you are back home that you don't get anywhere else. There is a familiarity and comfort level that comes with being in a place that so many new experiences were collected.
The neighborhood I grew up in is like that, as is the community where I spent my high school years (and where my parents still live), as well as the burg where I went to college, and the small town where I first began a career. That must be it... the memories and "firsts". Looking back, I'd have to say that the many places I have lived since, while appreciated and special in their own way, don't have the feeling of "home" or nostalgia associated with these places of "firsts".
Image taken with Canon 5DMII, 24-70 2.8L lens, 1/125 sec @f11, ISO 400
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