One of the greatest gifts of this yearlong photography practice has been the joy of everyday adventures. As we drive along the roads of the place we grew up, we know we are home.
We are comfortable here.
We turn down Poor Jack Road. We are looking for Nomini Bay off the Potomac River. We are a little lost and a nice young man in a truck stops to set us straight. With directions geared to landmarks rather than GPS devices, we find our way to river views.
On either side of rolling hills, there are farms and silos and tractors and the beginnings of the planting season set in motion.