Most People Fly South

I’ve spent the last 10 or so years getting spoiled by sunshine. Around 22, I left for college in Orlando. 2 years later I found myself in Austin, TX.

Most people don’t know that I have a debilitating Autonomic Disorder called POTS. That stands for Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia. I have a specific and rare form called Hyper-adregenic. Basically, after several accidents the nerves in my spine were destroyed causing an Un-Holy condition. (If you’re interested in learning more, you can follow me Here on YouTube.)

It’s been almost two weeks since I made the difficult flight up to Wisconsin. It’s my second time coming home to receive special treatment for this disease. I feel confident that I won’t spend as much time here as last year..

I don’t think many people truly know the definition of “Cabin Fever.” After spending well over 700 days in captivity, (and losing the ability to do many other hobbies) photography has become my Alamo.. The last creative outlet. I find the Irony bitter-sweet as I now try to enjoy what was long ago a burgeoning passion.

With wobbly legs and camera in hand, I ventured outside to capture a few quick images of the 8 or so inches of snow we received last night.

I miss the snow. As a Recording Arts major I’m quite familiar with acoustics. The snow is not only soft on the eyes, but also the ears. If my legs could hold me, I’d have spent all day out there.

Most people fly south for the winter, while I’m fated to fly north. Before this, I haven’t been back in years. What a price I’ve paid to come home..