I was taking my Uber to the airport to go home today, I sat in the car with this older man, who grew up in New Hampshire. For the 30 minutes we talked about skiing, the beauty, and all the adventures we have had growing up there. At the end of the ride he thanked me. He told me he had a few rough days, and my story helped him remind him of happier days of his childhood. I showed him this picture I took. His face smiled with joy. You could see it in his face, what seeing the place where his childhood was, the memories he had were all in this photo. Even though the photo was mine, his memories were attached to the image of this mountain.  I was so delighted and warmed by the feeling he had when my photography filled his heart. It’s one of the reasons I have my passion.