Week in Review: Day Twenty-Seven

(Sometimes it’s tough to feel at home in your own city.  Which is why I’ve given myself a challenge:  each day, for forty days, I’m going to find *one* thing I love about this place.  And then I’m going to tell you about it.  If you want to follow my journey, start here.  Today is Day Twenty-Seven.)

This was a week of stretching out for me — in my city.  In my heart.

In deliberate resistance to my own aesthetic, I shot in color all week, with a telephoto lens, for the first time.

I found a silver lining in a sky full of stars.

I deconstructed the Taubman.

I fell in love with downtown Roanoke.

I met friends in Grandin Village, was treated to a free grilled cheese and ice cream, and felt, for the first time in a long time, like I belong here.

I stumbled on a a secret garden (sort-of).

I wrote a poem in a burger joint (sort-of).

And also, I used that new telephoto lens to shoot about a hundred photos of the light catching in my neighbor’s sprinkler:

Which might well be one of the single most transcendent images I’ve witnessed in a long, long time.

(I am an absolute loon).

And I just want to say this:

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you for sharing this journey with me.

I’m grateful.