Mohonk Mountain House
I am often filled to the brim with feelings of nostalgia and it was no different that one summer day when I visited The Mohonk Mountain House. As I hiked from above, I glanced down at the guests sunning, swimming and lounging on the docks. I imagined that these families came on these trips annually just as their parents before them had. That this place was filled with memories and that even as life evolved, this lake was a constant for them. I invented stories in my mind and was consumed by a longing to preserve this moment in time. I felt it would be fleeting. The simple and quaint scene that unfolded before my eyes, in a series of cannonballs and book pages turning, represented something profound.
Before The Plunge
The scene below was everything that Mohonk represented to me: peace, family and fun. Most of the guests in my photo seem to be in a moment that will remain for a while, except for the two at the edge of the dock who appear to be contemplating their next move. They may just be admiring the landscape, but in my imagination, they will grab hands and jump into the deep cool waters.
A Mother’s Embrace
I was drawn to the quiet stillness of this mother and daughter. They seemed to be in a world all their own while families jumped and played around them. This moment made me long for the feeling of safety that a child has when wrapped up in her mothers arms.
I was visually drawn to the comings and goings of this scene. Two solos on two separate docs, two swimmers in the water. One was interacting with the girl who is sunning and one was swimming away from the boy. I was curious to know what they had spoken about and who they were. It all looked so simple but at the same time, there seemed to be such a strong connection between all of them.
This dock was different to me to than the others. It did not convey the same feeling of serenity. I was drawn to the movement and the excitement of the scene represented by the diver and the people who were jumping off the docs and swimming right back to repeat the action over and over again. This chaotic fun was exactly where I saw myself if I too had been a guest at Mohonk.