St John Narrative

St. John’s and the Out-of-the-Way Alcove There was a chill in the air, just enough to make our cheeks rosy. Every so often the breeze would snatch a leaf from the overwhelmingly yellow trees above, and it would spin downward in pirouettes all the way to the ground. Glancing at Chase, my boyfriend of exactly one year, I was reminded of my prior autumn visits to those woods… My dad had taken me to the trails at St. John’s countless times. Mom and Nate would tag along when I was younger, hiking the path to the little chapel on Lake Sagatagan, but as I matured my dad became the only one willing to bring me. We would spend hours on the trails, me toting my Nikon D5100 camera and Dad just taking in the fresh air. I could have devoted my entire
Even though the day was not living up to my expectations, I was still having a wonderful time with my significant other. I asked if I could take his picture next to Lake Sagatagan and he, somewhat reluctantly, agreed. After snapping shots of a few different poses, Chase pointed toward a small clearing and the two of us sat down on a fallen tree trunk. I smiled as he draped his arm around my shoulders. The Stella Maris Chapel was partially obscured by golden leaves, as was the lake, and we strained to hear chatter from the distant crowds. Just as I had hoped, we managed to find a secluded spot within the congested trails of St.
When I first visited St. John’s it was a place to make memories with my family. As I grew a bit older, I developed a serious love for photography while walking around the trails. Now, St. John’s also carries a greater meaning. It represents past and upcoming life changes. Since my very first visit, I have lost and gained friends and family members, have learned multiple tough lessons, and have determined who I am and who I want to become. I have gone through some difficult times, but so far I have been able to persist and come out stronger in the end. Though leaves may fall in autumn, they will always grow back during