It was my last trip flying out from Tulsa before getting back to on ground classes in Atlanta. The weather was more than perfect- seeing the Rocky Mountain right in front of my eyes were astonishing. I think humans always need to be close to the nature now and often, to realize how small we are, and how grand the creator is. Then our worries, worldly consumption, might declutter a little bit.
Estes Park was a place where everything was in perfect size, not too big, and the days operated in the ordinary times were all the stores closed at like 6pm. Then at dark all we hear was the moose calling out for mates. I thought this should be like the standard of all neighborhoods, where the day operates by the sunlight as the rest of the time of when people are home, the nature operates amongst the streets.
Furthermore, during our pick up of Hoya's coffee at a coffee store there were more than 30-40 moose pack sitting on top of in between patch land of two roads. They were staring at us as if we were animals in fences, creating their interesting view. People started to gather around and take photos; the police eventually came and slowly pushed the pack towards the mountain.
Even though there were much more tourists on the streets and only the store owners seemed to be the only residents; the city was very slow. The dogs bathed under the sun and the river under the bridge made sprinkling noises. I just have a natural tendency where if a place has more elderly people around, it is the safe, right, place to be. I feel safe. And Estes Park was perfect for that.
It was my first time brining a polaroid to the trip and it was one of the most memorable trips because of that. The power of having tangible form of memory right the moment you click, is strong. I need to buy more polaroid packs for my next trip! Enjoy my film photos.
