The view from Westwood Hills at night is beautiful, you can see the entire valley lit up, and I was finding myself pointing out landmarks and trying to figure out where everything was. I felt the wind, and it was cold but not too cold, I heard animals rustling, and I laid on the weathered 30-year old bench. I picked up a rock next to my feet and held it at arm's length. From my perspective, it was about the size of my old house. It was about the size of my new house, and the baseball stadium, and the football stadium too. It was about as big as the 7-Eleven, and just about as tall as the Imola Bridge. The more I held the rock up to stuff, the bigger it got. Eventually, it was about as big as the moon.
It made me feel infinite, in a couple of ways. It made me feel infinitely small and massive at the same time. I thought of how tiny everything was below me, and how tiny I would be when I got back down there. I also thought about the rock I was holding, and how at the right angle, I could hold just about anything in the palm of my hand. I felt like I could do just about anything from up there, and when I got back to ground zero I felt that same feeling, despite being a speck from the top of the mountain. |
AuthorWelcome to my nature journaling page. Throughout my junior year in Mrs. Gottfried's Digital Design Lab class, we practiced a new Adobe product, Adobe Fresco, by drawing what we saw in nature. This is where I will put all of them. Archives
October 2021
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