This was one in late March through Northern California farmland.
My weekly Photo Challege submission. We are standing at the Salton Sea. Dead fish are among us and very eerie to be on a deserted beach at 249 feet below sea level.
Most people have some sort of suitcase they carry around. It may not be a travel bag with wheels and a handle. It may be a duffle bag, a backpack, or a military grade rucksack- but it is still similar to a suitcase.
It goes places, sees things, knows things. I’ve always wondered what my suitcase would say if it could talk. Did it have a horrible flight like I did? Was it squeezed in between two other suitcases big and small under the plane as I in the main cabin? How was the cleaning service in the room while I was downstairs in the meeting- did anyone disturb anything? If only my suitcase could tell me.
For now me though, my suitcase and I will continue to travel around until we can take a break or rest. It will keep its secrets of travel and I will continue with my adventures one location at a time.
From the 30,000 foot level the city is even more beautiful than on the ground. At night when one flies out of San Francisco all you see are lights. The lights of the city, the white and red bead of lights that form strings of traffic throughout, and the fingers of fog that stretch from the Pacific to the inner heart of the city. It is captivating and peaceful-from up here.
It has been a long week on the road for me; presentations, webinars, and meetings all rolled into one. Three different cities, one rental car, two flights, and three hotels. I am ready to go home and get some much needed rest and relaxation. The fall conference season is winding down and while there is no rest for the wicked, may there be rest for the weary.
For now, I will just enjoy the city lights below as I make my way home through the night.
Although I was not able to grab my camera and go outside today because of other reasons, I think they will meet the challenge.
Snapped while my son was sliding into home plate one day.
These stairs caught our eye in Nassau from a moving vehicle.
Disney always has a way to make patterns out of simple lines don’t they?
A simple air filter for instance cast great lines when lit up Disney style.
- Weekly Photo Challenge: From Lines to Patterns (dailypost.wordpress.com)
If you had the opportunity to live a nomadic life, traveling from place to place, would you do it? Do you need a home base? What makes a place “home” to you?
I grew up in one place for 18 years, moved after that five times to finally settle into my own house 14 years ago. I like my house and can call it a home. It gives me comfort knowing that I have someplace to come back to when I do travel, but we don’t plan on staying in this house forever.
My husband and I made a pact a while back. This was after we had moved around with the government every couple years to Hawaii, Las Vegas and California. It was difficult for me to find a job that I enjoyed, raise our son, and complete second degrees. We decided that we would stay long enough in one place for us to complete second degrees, find a career I enjoyed, and then if the timing was right, and our son was in between schools, we’d move. Well we are still here 10 years after the second degrees were finished. Our plan didn’t exactly pan out, but it isn’t lost either. A lot of good has come from staying but we are now just waiting for our son to complete high school and are ready to move on. People ask, ‘aren’t you worried that your son won’t have a HOME to come back too?’ Of course he will have a home. His home is wherever Mom and Dad are. It isn’t like we will leave all his stuff here, even though we joke with him about turning his room into a retreat for old folks or a Man Cave, but all jokes aside he knows that wherever we are that is where home will be.
At this stage in our life we are not tied to a building. We are okay traveling from place to place but not in the true nomadic fashion or lifestyle that people are accustomed too. We’d be fine going for a couple years to a location and packing up and moving again. We’d also be fine packing up and moving to an entirely different state. I’m not locked into a job right now so if my husband were to move us after my son graduates then ‘Farewell California it’s been real’.
Home is what you make of wherever you are. Today, the house that we live in I have made a home for my family. Tomorrow may have a different front door, a different porch, a different view, but it will still be our home.
In response to the Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home
What’s your favorite part about visiting a new place — the food? The architecture? The people watching?
When we travel we always try new things. It could be zip lining through a jungle, hiking to a secluded waterfall, or taking a swamp boat through the Everglades. Yeah little beady black eyes floating in the water was a little too close for comfort, but whatever it might be we try to experience the surrounding area and get a feel for what it has to offer. If you don’t experience where you are, then why did you go in the first place? Even going to a city that you already know you can experience something new, you just need to look for it.
We’ve gone down lonely highways, side roads and taken turns that we weren’t sure where it might take us, but it is all part of visiting a new place. When we lived in Hawaii we would often go off and explore the island that we lived on. How often do you get to live in Hawaii and hear about a trail that will lead to a beautiful waterfall at the end, or a drive that ends with only a dirt road to take you further? You don’t often get those experiences but when you do, take them. It made our experience even more worthwhile than some people we know.
That leads me to another favorite when we are out and about- food and drink. If you are somewhere new, try the food, the drink, and always find a nearby pub. We have had some of the most laid back, relaxing times in pubs across the country. Beers have been phenomenal and we have always found a pub with several brews on tap. Food has been edible and worthy of being eaten, and atmospheres haven’t disappointed. I think that is what has made them so relaxing for us. Everything and everyone has just melded together. Kind of like the bar scenes from the old television show “Cheers”. You felt like everyone knew your name when you walked into a room. Those are the kind of pubs we’ve found out there.
On our most recent excursion we found places in Arizona that had great food, extensive beer lists, were family and dog friendly, and packed. I kid you not if you find places like this they are keepers for the next time around.
So enjoy, explore, relax, and take it all in. It is the only way to visit a new place.
In response to the Daily Prompt: Stranger in a Strange Land