I spent last week in Tennessee with family. Starting in Nashville and then explored all around the eastern part of the state. It was beautiful. There were beautiful old buildings, there was lot’s to do (hello moonshine!). But no, I didn’t take many pictures. Do I regret it? A little bit. I was having the best time with my family, and for once I wasn’t focused on getting the right shot.
But I did take some snapshots in my mind: The church against the foggy mountains thickened with trees on a Sunday morning. The tobacco hanging from an old leaning barn along the highway. But most of all, the mental picture that sticks with me the most is our family in front of my grandparents’ house playing ball with the younger kids. We were spread among the front porch and lawn. Our bags were packed because it was right before we left to go back to the airport. It was the hardest picture to let go.