I'm Just a Little Girl From Little Rock

Please do me a favor... scroll aaaaaall the way down to the bottom of my blog and play this song.

I mostly grew up here, in Tuebingen, Germany.



My family is mostly from Linz, Austria, and surrounding areas, where I spent much of my childhood.



When I was ten, we moved to Big Sur, California, where I spent most of my pre-teen and many of my teen years. My mother and brother still live there, and we visit often.



I travelled to twenty-nine of our states and almost all European countries. I lived in Colorado for a year.

And then...I found my home.

I have spent most of the past couple of weeks on the road, travelling to remote parts of Arkansas, and I have fallen in love with this state all over again. I am so sad that I didn't bring my camera along, as I crossed the White River at 7:00 am one morning to see it covered completely in a white fog, surrounded by dark green kudzu-covered forests. I'm sad that I didn't have a camera to photograph one my very favorite old barns, that used to take my breath away every time I passed it travelling between my college town of Fayetteville and my in-law's farm.

I'm kicking myself for not taking my camera along, so my plan in the next few months is to take a few more drives - specifically with my camera. Last year, we got it our heads that we were going to move out into the country, and while driving around looking at land - we discovered this beautiful property (which was not for sale, and probably never will be).











Hey, if you're the owner of this property (chances are you don't have internet access, because it's reeeeally out there, but...) give me call, okay?

I love the people here. I love the natural beauty, especially the lakes and rivers, of my state. I love those Razorbacks - even the toothless ones.



I love to visit those other places where I have lived - places with wonderful memories, family, beautiful photographs. And then, I love to come home.