The smell of wet, fresh cut grass in the air and the crash of Lake Superior sounds over the crest of the hill in front of us. Liam walked ahead of me in his rockstar don't-give-a-fuck attitude. The only way this Scottish punk knows how to walk. While shooting from the hip trying to think of a good frame, like I do, one word came to mind when I snapped the shutter open: "Freedumb". This instant was an embodiment, a physical version of the meta. Of youth. Of defiance. Of being able to do whatever the hell we wanted. That weekend, we were truly free.