Three Junes ago I took my last photograph as a native of California on Marshall Beach, the Golden Gate Bridge glowing in the distance and bathed in fog, a brilliant counterpoint to the moody blues of the Pacific that lapped at my feet.
We left California with a heart heavy for friends, forests, mountains, and coastlines left behind but happy for family, friends, and new adventures in the midwest. It is now that we reverse those fortunes and, though we are greatly saddened to separate once again from family, prepare for another chapter on the west coast.
By the time a full three years has passed from the moment the shutter closed on the photograph above, we will reside again in California, having rented a home in San Francisco. The past 36 months have passed in the blink of an eye, yet it is incredible just how much has transpired.