Close your eyes and take a deep breath. You know, the kind that you can feel right down to the tips of your toes. What do you see? What does it sound like there? Is there a smile on your face? Ah, yes, there certainly is. Hold it right there, you're at your happy place. Now open your eyes. This is mine:
It's the house I have rented for a week during the summer for the last few years and watched a little idea I had for a workshop come to life and grow legs. It's where I'm lucky to gather with some of my most favorite people in the world to teach and share and learn, to make killer imagery and long-lasting memories, and allow myself to pause and be inspired by those around me, our stunning surroundings and the deep history of the house we fill with lessons and laughter. This place is the lifeblood of Roots Workshop and it wouldn't be the same anywhere else.
I'm headed there on Sunday after a two-day wedding event starting later today. And tho I'll be exhausted from working, this weekend is historically one of my best as it feels like Christmas Eve as I count down the time until I'm cruising over the Sagamore Bridge soaking in the Cape's awesome air (Maine rocks, too, of course, don't get me wrong).
I invite you all to follow along on the blog next week as our stellar workshop photographer and dear friend Eric Laurits documents the goings-on behind the scenes. And look back shortly after the workshop to check out the body of work the students produce. It's going to be our best year yet, I can just feel it.