When I read the theme for this week’s photo challenge at The Daily Post: Transient, my first thought was that’s me. It used to make me a little melancholic, like I was always standing on the outside looking in. At 37 I’ve finally come to terms with my gypsy soul. It’s in my DNA. My ancestors were vikings. What can I say?
I like some things to be consistent. I like returning to places that have a meaning to me, but to define home have always been a challenge. At least I’ve narrowed it down to the western states. I spend most of my time in northern California, and northern Nevada. That is where I am the most centered.
I like to think of the transient places I treasure as gifts, that have been treasured by so many people before me, and will be treasured by so many people after me. That gives the concept of a transient existence more meaning. I don’t want to keep the views I treasure, or the experiences I experience to myself. So I share them with my stories, and my photos. Like my my grandma shared her stories with me, as she took me to countries, and special places near and far.