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Random Photo Tuesday: Secret Places.

Today I'm wearing a shirt that says "Stop the National Forests Giveaway." I traded a guy I know a white, and rather girl-ish, tank top for it during the Fest last year. So I decided I'd write about something environmental.

I'm not a globe trotter just yet -- some day, but not yet --But I have seen a fairly decent chunk of the country. And I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the place this photo was taken is, and will always be, my favorite place in the world.

This place is located near my parents' house in the National Forest. This ledge I'm sitting on with my sister and friend is on the property adjacent to ours and it overlooks the breathtaking Rodman Reservoir. There's something about sitting on the edge of the water as the sun pours down into the reservoir, and the breeze rolls across the wide open, glassy surface that makes my life so much more worthwhile.

Lately I've been feeling a little... whelmed. Sometimes over, sometimes under - never perfectly in between. And I keep revisiting this photograph because it's as close as I can get to the real feeling of overall peace for the time being.

The next best thing? Laying in my bed in the early evening when the sun still coats my room in red through my heavy red curtains while listening to something like Corrine Bailey Rae. And still, this pales in comparison.

The reservoir:
a lush and thriving eco-system within an eco-system.
existing, bounteous fresh water source for Marion County, and potentially surrounding areas as well.
a source of family fun and recreation.

And on most quiet days, my place for decompression.

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