Watching movies outdoors.

A big screen. Pitch black. Your butt in a lawn chair. The smell of grass mixed with the aroma of slightly-burned popcorn.

Is there anything better than watching a movie outside? Whether it’s an at-home projector or reclining in the truck bed at the drive-in with blankets and big pillows stolen from the living room, there’s something nostalgic-in-the-making about it.

I love how sound escapes into the wide open air.

I love how the picture gradually adjusts to the slowly deepening darkness of the evening.

I just love movies. I love being outside. I love combining two wonderful things.