jj's nantucket

They say "home is where the heart is," and I know that to be true. How else can a place 1,070 miles away from where I was born feel more like walking back into my personal children's book versus ground zero?

A combination of happy memories with family and friends, mystical natural beauty of place, and a consistently desperate desire to return, most likely.

Annual photo roundup of the place that is the reason I'm a Red Sox fan, know how to crack open a lobster, and is my home away from home.

xoxo,

jj