Hi all....thought I'd drop by and introduce myself, such as I am, my name is Denny and the location isn't a misprint.
I was born and raised in Grand Rapids, Michigan. I spent the my last few years in MI living North of Detroit in Rochester before being transferred to Seattle and eventually Los Angeles where I spent the rest of my career.
After living the better part of a lifetime doing what was expected of me I began formulating a plan to move me into early retirement. After all, it matters little whether or not "you" own the cubicle or an employer does...it's still a cubicle with all its trappings, routine and boredom. I left my company, sold my home, bought an RV and packed up my camera gear and hit the open road.
My plan was to spend 3 years traveling the country making a photographic record of all the remaining covered bridges during the spring, summer and fall, before heading to the Southwest to winter over in Southern California and Arizona photographing the wild mustangs, ghost towns and other Americana. At the end of my 3 years I didn't have the heart to bring it to an end....my heart was still with sunrises, not sunsets. So far, as long as the health holds out...I want to continue trying to see what's around the next bend.
It's sad...you spend the better part of a lifetime doing what you have to do, to get a few years of doing what you want to do.
I was born and raised in Grand Rapids, Michigan. I spent the my last few years in MI living North of Detroit in Rochester before being transferred to Seattle and eventually Los Angeles where I spent the rest of my career.
After living the better part of a lifetime doing what was expected of me I began formulating a plan to move me into early retirement. After all, it matters little whether or not "you" own the cubicle or an employer does...it's still a cubicle with all its trappings, routine and boredom. I left my company, sold my home, bought an RV and packed up my camera gear and hit the open road.
My plan was to spend 3 years traveling the country making a photographic record of all the remaining covered bridges during the spring, summer and fall, before heading to the Southwest to winter over in Southern California and Arizona photographing the wild mustangs, ghost towns and other Americana. At the end of my 3 years I didn't have the heart to bring it to an end....my heart was still with sunrises, not sunsets. So far, as long as the health holds out...I want to continue trying to see what's around the next bend.
It's sad...you spend the better part of a lifetime doing what you have to do, to get a few years of doing what you want to do.
