I love this place. I love it more than I know how to put into words. 2022 was a hard year it. It felt like I was out on the frontier. The year was spent rebuilding and dreaming but mostly it was spent overwhelmed and defeated. It was a year I’d thought would go rather differently, but it ended up being exactly what I needed. I needed a bad year at Walton Creek so I’d appreciate my profound love for it all—my love of this place and land, this community, this small town way of life. I needed to really settle into understanding why I love this life and why it, even at it’s loneliest fulfills me in ways a city or suburbs never could. I am thankful for every hard day spent rebuilding and looking at the destruction. I am thankful for the details of chaos in each of these photos that only I will notice. I am thankful for those that came to visit and I’m even more thankful for those that let me cancel everything the second half of the year. I know without the space and time there wouldn’t be the excitement and love and pride of place I feel right now. I hope y’all will come for a visit one day. I think you’d like it here.