There are some places in this world that feel like home to me, even though I have never lived anywhere near them. It is a feeling in the air. As soon as I get there, I relax and feel like I have come home. The landscape speaks to my soul.
That is how I feel whenever I hit the Blue Ridge Parkway on my way to Grandfather Mountain. I have found a home there with so many photographers over the years.
This weekend is the Grandfather Mountain Nature Photography Weekend. It will be my 16th year in attendance and another year as a TEAM member. This year Kyle and I also have the honor of presenting at a Saturday morning breakout session and a Saturday night seminar.
Grandfather Mountain has become such a special place to me over those years. I have so many friends that I met on the mountain. It all started with a small ad thumb-tacked to a bulletin board at Randolph Community College where I had just started as a photography student. I badgered 3 friends to go with me in June 2002 and have never looked back since.
Kyle and I met at Grandfather Mountain and forged our sisterhood under its trees and on top of its rocks. We have had tons of hilarious misadventures there from rock climbing to retrieve a bag of animal crackers to mouse encounters.
For me, Grandfather Mountain has become one of my favorite places on earth. Its rugged beauty, friendly faces, and fresh air call to me all year round.
I hope that you all have the experience of finding your own special place, a place that speaks to your heart and soul. Home is more than just the place that we live, it is the people that we surround ourselves with and the feeling that we get when we are there.