When I moved to Omaha, I decided with living 13 hours away from friends and family that I would find myself pretty lonely for a while. While I miss my best friends, and our shenanigans, I figured out a much better way to cope.
That’s when I decided that I would pick up photography as a little hobby. I don’t have a fancy camera, though I really wish I did have a DSLR. I have a sony cyber shot 16mp, with the special Carl Zeiss lens. Good enough to get some nice shots. I do take artistic shots and portraits, too, but this isn’t the blog for that.
There is a bit of purpose behind my hobby, a driving force I didn’t have before. You see, before I moved to Omaha, I had lived in the same area for 5 years. That’s the longest I have ever lived in one place since I was a child. So you see, I have a lot of connections to my old home. Lots of history, and lots of people whom I miss dearly. This was a way for me to show them my life now. My travels, what I see, and that way when I share my photos with them its almost like they can be with me there.
I do hope you don’t get all blah blah blah, Amber stop with all the pictures. We came for a blog with writing, not some silly gypsy to spam us with photos. Well I guess, You, my dearest reader will just have pardon all the images and just accept that a picture is worth a thousand words. I know its very unlikely anyone is going to complain, but I figured I would put that out there.
So onward, enjoy a sampling of Omaha’s Old Market. Its very historic and the atmosphere is just to die for. Why didn’t I move to the Old Market instead of the suburb? Ah, the world may never know, or maybe its just my wallet crying at the thought of those lavish apartments.