It’s not the height of the hill you die on that matters…

The Pump House Park has served as a place where I could process everything. It was a place where I wasn’t supposed to be, but I needed to be there. The quiet tranquility allowed me to reflect on what matters in my life, while the constant bustle of the trains remind me, life goes on…

Someone noticed I was taking pictures and left this by the whole in the fence… maybe for me? But it is now displayed next to my pictures of this peaceful place.

Love,

Seth