This is not exactly a post about weddings, but more a post on where I am. These are pictures of my college house in the months of March and April.
Can you believe that the same house could look so different from month to month?
Seasons. An ending and a beginning.
Memories of college are frozen in time as a new life blossoms.
Thanks for the great times Wrights Mill Road.
“Passions of rain, or moods in falling snow;
Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued
Elations when the forest blooms; gusty
Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights;
All pleasures and all pains, remembering
The bough of summer and the winter branch.
These are the measure destined for her soul…”
–Except from “Sunday Morning” Wallace Stevens