I travel frequently for work. I’m blessed in this way, because almost every time I travel, it’s to photograph an event for my organization. Traveling is one of my favorite things to do and to combine this with my #1 thing to do (photography) makes me a happy camper. All the same, I almost never have George on the road with me. And hotel rooms, airplanes, suitcases… they can make for a lonely time. That’s why I love coming home. While on the way out, I might read or listen to my iPod or do the Sudoku in the back of the airline magazine, on the way home I mostly just think about how nice it will be to come back to my George and sleep in my own bed.
I work for an organization headquartered in the dumpy little town of Dania Beach, Florida. Sandwiched between several towns of decidedly more fame and fortune (Hollywood, Ft. Lauderdale, Miami), Dania is a sort of left-behind little guy. Still, to the photographer, there is much to see. I found on my photo walk (which was unfortunately dictated by work schedules) that foliage is a major draw. Also, the houses on this side of Federal Highway are far more interesting than the cookie-cutter, exquisite-lawn siblings on the beach side. No, you won’t be seeing any beach photos. Unfortunately our headquarters are about three miles from the beach. Not unwalkable, but hard to get in a good trip after 5 and before dark. I’ve been coming here for a couple years now and have only made it to the beach once, and then just to put my feet in the sand before heading home.
Greetings from Dania Beach, Florida! The organization I work for has its headquarters here and so at least a couple times a year I find myself down here. It’s not the most exciting place in the world, but it is very different from Washington. If it doesn’t rain too much, I’ll have a full post with images from Dania. For now, a palm frond.