The Lost Field

When I first got this picture I didn’t really like it honestly….but after looking at it for a while I started falling in love with it.  It reminded me of when I would go camping with my family.  I loved it when we would go camping.  Its where I became really close to my dad and where I could just be myself and not have to worry about who I might see or what I look like.  I loved being away from the real world and this painting reminds me exactly of that.  The place in the painting reminds me of a place I would run to every day after breakfast.  I would just start running into the woods, dodging rocks and fallen trees on my way I would find myself just running until I could find something new.  One day I was running but this time I ran the opposite direction I usually ran and found myself in a large open field in the middle of the forest.  It was beyond gorgeous…surrounded by trees and little purple flowers, I found a large boulder to sit on and I just sat there for a while and took it all in.  I loved this place so much that the next day I ran in the same direction and found it again and the next day I showed my family and this became a daily routine.  The next year when we went up to the camp site we found that the water in the lake had risen so much that a lot of the places we used to know were now under water and when I went to find field it was gone.  Covered by water I realized I would probably never see it again, except for in my memory. 

 

 

Crisp mornings, Cool nights

Scenery like a mural

Memories so clear

I will never forget the

Feeling of being so free