In Southern California, a Valley girl is from the San Fernando Valley, in the Los Angeles area. Valley girls say “like,” tubular,” and “gnarly”–and dress in the latest fashions. They are spoiled, thin, rich, self-centered and blond.
I am none of these things, yet I call myself a Valley girl. Well, I am a girl, gender-speaking. I was once thin, when I was freshly divorced and sick. What hair I have left is brown, and if I were to say tubular it would refer to my waistline–and I will never be rich in monetary terms.
But at my core, I am a Valley girl–a Kimball Valley girl. Kimball Valley is a small valley in rural Southern California, eight miles southeast of the small town of Ramona in San Diego County.
I spent some of the most exciting and formative years of my childhood in Kimball Valley with my sister and brothers. We roamed freely over rocks and boulders and sage, either on foot or horseback. We climbed trees, jumped from branch to branch; scaled boulders larger than two-story houses, sometimes falling or getting trapped on ledges. These childhood adventures laid the foundation of the woman I am today. Adventurous. Nature-loving. Curious. Fearless. Independent. This led to my intererest in photography and capturing the world’s beauty through the lens of my camera.
I am not a gifted writer, but I am a storyteller. I have written two stories about Kimball Valley for my grandchildren. I will post them later, when I figure out how. Please come back, as I share my life with you through photography.