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The Magnificence of the Lake
The subject of my photo was something I had never truly observed before. Having been a student at Benedictine University for 3 years, I have never once sat by the lake. On Monday, October 11 I choose to change that. It was early in the morning and there was a fine mist everywhere. To say the lake felt eerily beautiful is an understatement. On one hand, it felt like the perfect setting for a horror movie. It was cold and damp and still somewhat dark outside. I was watching the end of the sunset. All I could help thinking was how scary this lake must be like at night. I’ve driven and walked past it hundreds of times but never truly stopped to observe it. But on the other hand, it felt like a scene from Excalibur to me. Excalibur is a movie about King Arthur and the sword in the stone. In one scene he visits a woman in a lake. The lake is blessed by magic because the woman he visits is the lake itself. It sounds very confusing but I felt like someone was going to pop out of the lake any minute. One could say it was magical. Besides the sight of the lake, I should also mention the smells and sounds. The birds were chirping especially extra this morning. I never truly thought about how much I missed the sounds of birds chirping in the mooring. This is the first year in a while I’ve had early morning classes. Usually, my classes started at around 11. By the time I woke up the birds had already stopped singing their songs. I’ve always loved the smell of grass. The grass by the lake had a distinct smell to it. Like the wilderness itself was surrounding me. The damp ground would make a little splash sound every time I stepped on it. The best way to describe the air around me was that morning was fresh. When I walked back inside Goodwin I longed for the smell to return. This visit reminded me of the trips to the lake I would make with my family as a kid. My family hasn’t had time to do one because me and both of my siblings are in college right now. We barely get to see each other and this site visit reminded me of the good times we had growing up before all this responsibly was placed upon us. Sitting on the bench looking across the lake I felt somewhat relaxed. For the first time in a while, the stress of life and school was not placed upon me. Cuddled up in my hoodie and sweat pants sipping a warm coffee I felt almost out of touch with reality. The lake for me was a sense of escape from the world lived in. I wasn’t confined to a classroom or a library staring at a computer screen. I was out in the world enjoying it in its natural form like my ancestors did before me.
The Magnificence of the Lake
The subject of my photo was something I had never truly observed before. Having been a student at Benedictine University for 3 years, I have never once sat by the lake. On Monday, October 11 I choose to change that. It was early in the morning and there was a fine mist everywhere. To say the lake felt eerily beautiful is an understatement. On one hand, it felt like the perfect setting for a horror movie. It was cold and damp and still somewhat dark outside. I was watching the end of the sunset. All I could help thinking was how scary this lake must be like at night. I’ve driven and walked past it hundreds of times but never truly stopped to observe it. But on the other hand, it felt like a scene from Excalibur to me. Excalibur is a movie about King Arthur and the sword in the stone. In one scene he visits a woman in a lake. The lake is blessed by magic because the woman he visits is the lake itself. It sounds very confusing but I felt like someone was going to pop out of the lake any minute. One could say it was magical. Besides the sight of the lake, I should also mention the smells and sounds. The birds were chirping especially extra this morning. I never truly thought about how much I missed the sounds of birds chirping in the mooring. This is the first year in a while I’ve had early morning classes. Usually, my classes started at around 11. By the time I woke up the birds had already stopped singing their songs. I’ve always loved the smell of grass. The grass by the lake had a distinct smell to it. Like the wilderness itself was surrounding me. The damp ground would make a little splash sound every time I stepped on it. The best way to describe the air around me was that morning was fresh. When I walked back inside Goodwin I longed for the smell to return. This visit reminded me of the trips to the lake I would make with my family as a kid. My family hasn’t had time to do one because me and both of my siblings are in college right now. We barely get to see each other and this site visit reminded me of the good times we had growing up before all this responsibly was placed upon us. Sitting on the bench looking across the lake I felt somewhat relaxed. For the first time in a while, the stress of life and school was not placed upon me. Cuddled up in my hoodie and sweat pants sipping a warm coffee I felt almost out of touch with reality. The lake for me was a sense of escape from the world lived in. I wasn’t confined to a classroom or a library staring at a computer screen. I was out in the world enjoying it in its natural form like my ancestors did before me.