You can take the girl out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the girl.
I was born in Los Angeles and lived there for about 5 years. I still love LA and California is in my blood. When I go there, I feel at home. However, I wasn’t raised there. I was raised in the country. From 4th grade through senior year of high school, I lived in a county of 3,000 people and a small town of 300 in Virginia. I don’t talk about it much, I haven’t been back since my 18th birthday, I don’t really listen to country music, and I don’t miss the smell of animal pastures. But the other night, I went to Sussex County, VA to visit a friend of mine.
My friend lives in an old (and I mean really old) farm house out in the middle of nowhere. It’s amazing. We sat outside and watched the sunset and I could see the outline of the moon – something I haven’t noticed since living in the city. There were stars, lightning bugs, and wheat fields to the horizon. No cars, no street lamps, no sirens, no neighbors. It was beautiful and I really loved it. In fact, it almost made me miss my little town from long ago…
The next morning, we got up really early and while my friend was getting ready for work, I played fetch with our dogs while I watched the sunrise. Again, just gorgeous. After he left, I walked around the property and shot a few, including this one, before it started to rain. I can’t wait to go back.
It amazes me how the most magnificent, most beautiful things in life are truly the simplest things as well.
Have a great weekend everyone!
