Journey

In a wooded area not terribly far from my house is this beautiful hill with several trees on the top. It overlooks a small lake / pond and is surrounded by a walking path. My children and I hiked up this large hill on Friday about 5 pm, when the sun was starting to set. Walking up the west side of the hill, the light hit the family and these amazing grass / straw /weed things in such an awe inspiring glow. I knew i needed to shoot on this hill, and I wanted to do it the next day.Saturday, however, dawned gloomily and overcast. The forecast called for clouds all day, working into an ice and snow storm for Sunday. Much to my surprise, the sun did come out early in the afternoon. I wanted to shoot at sunset, though. At 4:30, the sun was still out, so I grabbed a few things-wig, cape, camera and tripod-and ran them out to the car.And the clouds rolled in. Not to be deterred as the sun peaked out here and there, I climbed this large hill, covered in bramble with thorns and weeds. Walkers on the path nearby gave me looks as if I were coo coo for Coco Puffs as I trudged up the hill with a cheap maroon wig atop my head, a brown cloak and my glen plaid winter coat on top.Although I my knuckle began to bleed, my legs got terribly scratched, the cloak and wig stuck on thorns, I had a glorious time. The sun was sort of out, it was a little warm, 50 degrees, and I got to create a new little world. No one could see up high on the hill, hidden in the grass (or whatever it is).This photo is “Journey”, as it’s me, on my journey alone. Solitary and yet comforted by what’s around me.