On this the day of thanksgiving I dicided to run through the fridgidge late november air to a place off the beaten path. A foot path, off of a trail off of a country road in a small New Hampshire town. I ran fast on the empty roads only with the last stragglers heading in their toasty cars to relatives or friends for celebration, and feasting. Onto the trail head past the barn and the smell of horses frozen into my nose. Down the rocky hill and over a creek to the footpath. Winding around roots and mud, dodging trees as my eyes water from the cold blurring my vision.
And behold Indian Rock, the site of memories, trials and tribulations. Named for the side facing and overhanging the creek resembling a Native American face. I climbed up the enormous boulder long forgotten and left behind by the glaciers.
Standing on top with a view of the leafless trees, the pond beginning to ice over, and the peace and quiet of the forest.
"HAPPY THANKSGIVING!" I yelled to the nature around me. For it is nature I am most thankful for this thanksgiving and my family and friends who have stuck by me through hard times.
Edited all day today at work (7hours) to produce my first cut of the idea I had for a web content video… Then my boss says that it doesn’t really work. And that I could do a tease for the whole show instead… If I had known that I could do that I would have from the start… At least I got some great experience editing with Final Cut Pro - 7