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Beach Haven
What started as a visit with some old friends a long time ago, became a place I would later call home. Little to my knowledge I would be calling the town I ventured to my residence. With many places I have yet had the opportunity of seeing, and many things I have not had the chance, time or opportunity of doing. The beautiful town of Imperial Beach in San Diego California has become my home. Growing up in the Land of 10,000 lakes with ice cold winters I had always wanted to live on the beach where I could swim and surf everyday and the water was warm. Although the water is cold, and I don't have the time for swimming and surfing in the waters and don't have a surfboard, I live within a mile. With my time spoken for and a lot of things I would rather be doing, the blissful waves, friendly faces, and quiet town has still grown on me quickly.
Ruby EstellePublished 3 years ago in WanderHome
Home is where the heart lies, or so they say. If that's true, then my home is 3,000 miles away. It's a place I haven't been in almost a decade. Still, that's where my heart belongs.
Alan RobertsPublished 3 years ago in WanderPeace Among The Peaks
The term "Home" is a multi-faceted word; going beyond the simple definition of a 'permanent place of residence among a family household'. This concept of having four walls, and roof over your head, diminishes the true meaning of the word. To me, it is the wave of inescapable bliss that invades every cell of your body when you realize: home has always resided within our own souls. Known as ‘Querencia’, it is the “place in which one’s strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self”.
Mindfully WanderingPublished 3 years ago in WanderA City within a Desktop Screensaver
I’m originally from Corvallis, Oregon. If you know where that is, 10 points. If you know where Portland is, 5 points. Most conversations where the obligatory – “so where are you from” ends up with me saying Corvallis, someone having zero clue where that is and looking confused, and me ending with, “You know where Portland is? It’s an hour and a half from there.”
Simple Pleasures in My Hometown
This entry into the hometown contest explores local places where my family has enjoyed spending time. We live in Roanoke City, Virginia, and the cover photo is of my oldest son sitting atop McAfee Knob. It is located just outside of Salem Virginia which is a part of the Roanoke Valley. The hiking trail is a little over 7 miles round trip and the knob is at an elevation of 1,811 feet. There are parts of the trail that are straight up and can take your breath away. The good part is going back down the mountain you feel as if you are running because it is straight down. This is a popular area for locals and tourists as well. The view from the knob is breathtaking and well worth the climb.
Cheryl E PrestonPublished 3 years ago in WanderMy City, My Home, My Comfort
There have been many times, more than I care to remember, when I have spoken about moving away. "Let's move to .... " or "How about living in ... ". It's very easy to become despondent to your home, the very place that bore you and watched you grow from the helpless baby you were to the hopeless adult you've become.
David DimblebyPublished 3 years ago in WanderNuclear Accidents, Craters, and the "Devil Boat" of Arco, Idaho
I've come to see the high desert of Southern Idaho as beautiful. Foothills, irrigated farmland, and prairie grass aren't always the first things that come to mind when you think of scenic landscapes, it's true. But the allure of snow-capped peaks, the soft purple of the kamas flower, the bright green spring growth of the sagebrush, the dark lava rock soil, and wide open skies feel like a dream. When the distant sound of sprinklers has long faded with the seasons, and snow blankets the desert, the entire landscape changes.
Oliver DahlPublished 3 years ago in WanderIn the Passenger Seat of My Discovery
The concept of a hometown is a broad idea. Some people find solitude in the places they were raised, others in the places they found along the way. But for some of us, the hometown idea is not only a hard one to grasp, but a hurtful one to think about.
Alesia BrooksPublished 3 years ago in WanderCar Camping In San Francisco
Back in December 2019 I had the opportunity to go down to the States for a dirt biking trip with my family in southern California. I was invited to come along on this trip only a week before my family was scheduled to leave. Despite the last-minute invite, I was without a doubt all-in for this trip. I had actually been wanting to do a solo road trip down to the States sometime that Winter, so this was the moment I had been waiting for.
Zach DoehlerPublished 4 years ago in Wander- Top Story - August 2020
In Search of Serenity
The Butchart Gardens are without a doubt one of the most majestic and fantasy-like places I have ever visited in my life. The Japanese Gardens in particular, especially with good morning light and peak Autumn colors; are nothing short of amazing. I came here early one Autumn morning and managed to get in just after the place opened. I paid my $30 entry fee and immediately started speed-walking to the Japanese Gardens. I was so excited to visit this place that I had always heard about but never visited. And I was even more excited to finally have the chance to photograph it. Plus, I came on a midweek day when there weren't as many people in the park so I could better enjoy this gem in solitude.
Zach DoehlerPublished 4 years ago in Wander The Quiet Before The Storm
It's a relatively easy night at Palmer Park. 72 degrees and falling. The birds have changed tunes and are singing a song so sultry that it fades into the dimming sky, hoping to convince you that summer isn't really here.
Marcus R HolmesPublished 4 years ago in WanderPoint Dume
I took this photo almost a month ago. It was taken at Point Dume in Malibu, California. This one spot is so meaningful to me for multiple reasons. On my day’s off from work I would come to this spot to sit and watch the sunset or if I was lucky enough to wake up early, I would watch the sunrise. Sitting at the rocky overlook I would mentally think of who I wanted to be and how I would get there. I met so many people doing the same thing I was. Those conversations consisted of question like, what makes you happy or what we wanted to be when we grew up. This point was more than just that, it’s where I found who I wanted to be. For a while I never really took pictures of this spot because it was always so familiar and a place I visited quite often. Once I left for college, I regretted not taking pictures at this spot. I missed it, and never really found another place so peaceful. From this rock, and in the picture you can see people. People with different stories, different scars, different dreams, and aspirations. One thing I dreamed of being while sitting at this point was a photographer. It was my goal to capture people’s emotions, feelings, and moments to remember. Since returning back to Point Dume I have been able to accomplish a glimpse of that dream. I have been able to travel and see other beautiful places all over the United States while taking photos for people. This spot is where it all started. I took at least 60 photos of Point Dume and this is the one I truly LOVE the most! The picture was taken right before one of my best friends proposed to his now, fiancé. Making the photo even more memorable. I took this photo on my Canon 1DX mark II with my Tamron 15-30mm f/2.8 lens. It captures everything I love and remember about this exact spot. I can see the people, the cars, the waves, the cliffs, the homes, the palm trees, and the rolling hills. I edited this photo for the feeling. It’s warm, like the sun on my skin. This is the one image, that I believe does this place a justice. Now, it’s printed and hanging on my wall as a constant reminder to chase your dreams and goals but never forget where it all started.
Jacob PickettPublished 4 years ago in Wander