I'm a Tarheel
I wasn't born in NC but I am a Tarheel. I was in Chapel Hill over the weekend. It's the first time I've been back in 2016. I love that town. When I am there, I feel like I belong there. It was my home for 4 years and it still feels like home to me now. Not that I want to live there but when I am there, it feels comfortable. It also makes me feel old at times too but I guess it should. I graduated 29 years ago. That fact and the fact that it still feels like home to me after all these years, makes me feel so blessed to have gone to school there. I love the connection I still have to my university and the friends that I made while I was there.
I'm not sure what gene it is but I know I have a gene that connects me to where I am and where I live. I love to be surrounded by beauty. I took a walk around the campus early Sunday morning and was in awe. (Unfortunately I missed the best early morning light for photography. That had to do with the reason why I was in Chapel Hill to begin with - meeting my college friends Saturday night. Beers at Carolina Brewery, He's Not Here and Bub's followed hence my sleeping in til 7:15am.) It was a late night but I had a blast.
Now that I am officially BARKography, any time I have a trip planned I always want to photograph a dog while I'm there. Chapel Hill was no different. I contacted my freshman roommate and she met me Saturday morning for a photo shoot around campus.
This is 7 year old McAdoo and she modeled for us Saturday morning. Afterwards she was treated to a new UNC Tarheel bandana and some whipped cream from Starbucks. I think she enjoyed her Saturday morning. I know I did.
In my mind I'm going to Carolina. Can't you just feel the sunshine? Can't you just feel the moonshine? Ain't it just like a friend of mine to hit me from behind? Yes, I'm gone to Carolina in my mind. -James Taylor