If moving cross country (California to Georgia to be precise) has taught me one thing, it is this: you miss the things you often overlook or neglect. For example, going back to California for Thanksgiving made me realize how much I miss California's rolling, golden hills. I grew up in the hills and never EVER found that golden hue to be so attractive. Call it nostalgia, my subconscious or whatever you want to call it, I miss those hills more than ever. Even though our time in SoCal was short, I am happy to have photographed some of the most amazing humans (AKA Denise and Aaron) in a place that is near and dear to my heart.