I’ve been trying to write this blog post for four months! Tonight I decided, I’m gonna write this blog post if it’s the last thing I do! I started brainstorming different ways to make this lovely little hike at Ridley Park existentially relevant–“not all who wander are lost,” “explore and embrace the unknown,” yadda yadda–but every lead ended in despair–“I am so fucking lost,” “what the fuck is going on,” yadda yadda. (Welp, there goes my mental health.) I got a headache and started feeling pissed off. I just want to show off my photos because I love the light and find it interesting how the three portraits turned out so differently even though they were all taken on the same hike within five minutes!! Why this gotta be so hard??
It’s simple: My friends and I (1) hiked in Ridley Park and (2) had a picnic lunch of Wawa hoagies–two bucket list items down. We skirted around an ominously abandoned stroller to lay claim to the empty spot along the river bank just beyond it, staking it out with the reflective sun shade we took off our car. We piled ourselves and everything we carried on top of it. Finally hands free, I pulled out my camera and snapped a few quick shots before putting it away to devour my BBQ pulled pork hoagie–prime picnic food, I know. I loved the light and found it interesting how the portraits I took of Bomi, Delaney, and Malini turned out so differently from each other even though they were all taken on the same hike within five minutes.
It was a good day. Beautiful scenery, delicious food, and the best company. Nothing more, nothing less. I may be filled with existential dread most of the time, but this day? This one was good. Plus we met a dwarf dog.
