I’d forgotten what it was like to go for a walk on a warm, sunny day. That’s exactly what I did this Sunday past. My new friend Aran and I drove up to her stomping grounds in Lake Geneva for a walk along the lake and through Big Foot Beach State Park. It was the first day of the year that actually felt like Spring.
It was slightly overcast, but very warm considering how frigid it has been the past three months. It felt so good to go without a coat. The park was a bit muddy, but that only added to my enthusiasm. There was a definate air of nostalgia from Aran and I. The day tasted of ripe memories; it was as though there was this deep calmness that allowed forgotten images to resurface. Thoughts of childhood, family, old highschool girlfriends. It felt like I was pulling a dusty book off the shelf for the first time in countless years. A book where I had forgotten the story and was all the more glad for it.
That day gave me a lot of perspective on my life I’ve been longing for for a long, long while. Ideas for change. Refocusing of attention. I learned that I have no regrets regarding the course my life has taken, and great hopes for where it may go.
Most of all, I learned that I am happy with who I have become.
Somewhat crappy pictures to come when I get home from work. I really need to get used to my D50 again; it’s been so long since I went photo hunting…
-Russ
Edit: As promised, here are some (highly stylized) pictures :)
