I grew up in Massachusetts in the 1950s-60s and lived there until I was 27 when I moved to Lewes. I was fortunate to grow up with family and friends who enjoyed outdoor sports and adventure. As a kid I played a lot of sand lot sports; football, basketball, ice hockey and baseball, and many different school sports. I also skied, x country skied, snowshoed, skated rivers, surfed, body surfed, skateboarded, and hiked and camped in mountains in Vermont, New Hampshire, Maine, Colorado and California. Right after high school I outfitted a VW bus with a friend and drove across country. One month, in my twenties right after I finished working on a research project at U Mass Amherst, I got a one month Greyhound bus ticket good for anywhere in the US and traveled around the country catching up with friends. Adventure was always around the next corner. I am still that person albeit slowed down a bit by age, one replaced knee, one repaired rotator cuff and waiting on a second surgery to repair a new tear. So to feed the adventure fire still I enjoy, more and more, reading about the adventures of others. So how does this self reflection relate to the image posted you may well ask, and rightfully so. Enjoying reading about the adventures of others lead me to a print magazine appropriately titled Adventure Journal. It contains brief articles and lots of photos from adventurers, my kind of read. I read a story authored by a salmon data collector in Alaska who described the light from the sun over the tundra as pouring honey light across the land. I had taken the sunrise shot at the OC MD pier many days ago and read of the honey light yesterday and immediately linked the two together. Adventure comes in many sizes, shapes and opportunities. As I write this I feel motivated to get up well before dawn tomorrow and find an interesting place to photograph the sky at dawn. Yeah I look forward to that adventure as tame as that is, maybe there will be honey or oranges or apples in the sky.
