Somewhere In Time

Many couples left childless on a Friday night will search for excitement on such a rare occasion.  My dear, sweet husband and I chose the extreme opposite as we retreated in search of a photo opportunity.  I was curious to try an artistic form of photography called “star trails”.  Knowing that conditions were not ideal for perfect images I still was eager to see what I could do and I knew just the place to go.

Sometimes it’s nice to be able to step back in time.  While we all know this is not actually possible we can visit places that seem to have been caught in a time of yesterday.  These visits allow us to drift into a trance of semi-unconsciousness were all the hustle and bustle of our daily lives are left behind. 

Hidden in the woods of the Ozark National Forest such a place exists.

 On a piece of property maintained by a family who understands that our past is an important part of who we are today, you can find the Union School.

  A building that sat vacant and unloved since the 1970s has been revived and given new life due to the interest of a young man generations removed from the daily activities of years past (Thanks Dustin).  A visit will cause your mind to explore what life would have been like had you attended school, church or any of the other community events held here.

We arrived at our destination claiming squatter’s rights to the far corner of the Union Schoolhouse yard and set up our mini-camp.  While waiting for darkness to arrive we ventured inside to experience a moment of yesterday.

The setting of the sun cast a warm glow through large widows onto wooden planks of the floor and walls. 

The feeling of awe was such that even the layer of dust covering everything could not dispel. 

Once the sun had set it didn’t take long for darkness to take over.  With the needed adjustments made to my camera all that was left to do was sit back and take in the greatness of the clear, starry night.

One by one, stars seemed to appear until the midnight blue sky was sparkling like a sea of brilliant diamonds. A new and different piece of history was being captured one frame at a time.  Some 100 plus frames later phase one of my first attempt of star trails was complete.  

The next day, with the help of notes from a dear friend I was able to create this image.

I’m sure years from now I will look at this picture and remember how green I was to the whole concept of star trail photography but just like the walls of the Union School, this picture has history and memories to be passed on to the next generation.  I can look at it with my children and grand-children and tell them about the excitement of learning something new and the night their Daddy/Grandpa and I spent at a place almost forgotten... enjoying yet another of the wonders of God’s amazing creation.

LIFE LESSON:  Many of the best things we can learn today come from knowing the things others learned yesterday.

 For more information about the Union School http://www.arkansaspreservation.com/historic-properties/_search_nomination_popup.aspx?id=2561