In July of 2015, I moved to Bozeman, Montana to join World Wildlife Fund’s Northern Great Plains team. I was thrilled by the opportunity to move into a new role in the conservation world, but understandably anxious by the prospect of leaving the wild places that I loved in South Carolina behind. In many ways, though the transition has been pretty great, I’ve felt bouts of homesickness for familiar. With the arrival of spring, I have finally begun to feel like perhaps I am home, again.
This past Friday, I went to a beautiful canyon and photographed my first spring wildflowers, tiger beetles, butterflies and native bees of the season. I realized that I now know enough about my new home that I have passed the point of being a stranger, and I finally feel locked into the rhythms of this beautiful place. I sat up on a hillside, feeling the cool breeze flowing up out of an Aspen grove, and it occurred to me that I never left anything: the same nature that I connected with back home, is here too.