Running to the Lake

It was a warm, sunny day. Redfish Lake in central Idaho. I was with my new bride. We were in love. We were excited with our enchanted life together. We ran, frolicked and splashed in the ice cold water. We didn’t have a care in the world.

Forty years later, I found a reel of super 8 movies of the trip. The film was so brittle it broke each time I touched it. Still, I was able to see selected frames. The picture quality was poor, but the feeling was wonderful. I remembered the magic. I got out a canvas and my oil paints. Rather than using a brush, I blocked out shapes and color with a knife. It’s kind of an abstract, but it brought back the feeling of that day.