Tuesday morning I will leave Tremont and my family. I have done a lot of thinking (not always a good thing) during this trip home. In high school I thought Tremont, IL was the edge of the Earth. My perspective changed when I moved to Salt Lake City in 1998 after graduating from ISU. Even during college, I travelled to and from my house in the middle of the cornfields, and didn’t ever enjoy college in the typical fashion.
I drove around my hometown this afternoon with my Nikon D40. I drove slowly, stopped in the middle of 4-way stops, and took pictures. I reminisced and my head swarmed with memories. As I mentioned, I thought Tremont was the edge of the Earth and it was really only the beginning. On my photographic tour this morning, I snapped the picture of where my dad ate breakfast in the same small-town greasy spoon every morning for almost 30 years. My parents picked up packages of fresh ground beef from the local grocery store from the time prior to when I can remember. I actually stood in the middle of Main Street this morning to take the perfect picture of Main Street for the scrapbook. The fire station I passed is the same fire station where my dad was a volunteer during my childhood. The building where my dad worked for almost 30 years still stands and operates as it always has. The public park has not changed much, with the exception of a swimming pool remodel. The town has grown on the South side, but somehow the population remains at 2100. I drove by my grade school, and while the building has been remodeled, it is still the same school where I spent grades 1 through 5 of my education. Somehow the streets are narrower. Somehow the houses look smaller and the yards are greener and the flowers - prettier. Home never looks the same after a perspective changes.
I drove around my hometown this afternoon with my Nikon D40. I drove slowly, stopped in the middle of 4-way stops, and took pictures. I reminisced and my head swarmed with memories. As I mentioned, I thought Tremont was the edge of the Earth and it was really only the beginning. On my photographic tour this morning, I snapped the picture of where my dad ate breakfast in the same small-town greasy spoon every morning for almost 30 years. My parents picked up packages of fresh ground beef from the local grocery store from the time prior to when I can remember. I actually stood in the middle of Main Street this morning to take the perfect picture of Main Street for the scrapbook. The fire station I passed is the same fire station where my dad was a volunteer during my childhood. The building where my dad worked for almost 30 years still stands and operates as it always has. The public park has not changed much, with the exception of a swimming pool remodel. The town has grown on the South side, but somehow the population remains at 2100. I drove by my grade school, and while the building has been remodeled, it is still the same school where I spent grades 1 through 5 of my education. Somehow the streets are narrower. Somehow the houses look smaller and the yards are greener and the flowers - prettier. Home never looks the same after a perspective changes.
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