It’s September, my friends, and that means the end of summer is very close at hand. My late July and August were exceptional this year. Here are 10 photos to sum everything up. Spoiler alert — the last one is the best!
Early last Friday, John and I packed up the car and headed to New York City for the weekend. Normally when I say that, what I really mean is Brooklyn, because that’s where a good chunk of our best friends and John’s brother relocated to (what felt like) en-masse five years ago, but this time our destination was truly Manhattan proper.
It’s been an unpleasant few weeks in the weather department here in New England, meaning it’s basically been single-digit temperatures and snowing for a month straight. There is nowhere else to even put it at this point (just ask John, who’s been doing all of the shoveling) and the roads are so narrow (and the snowbanks so high) that I have to do a 12-point turn to squeak out onto the road. I try not to be one of those cold-weather-complainers (especially on the internet), because each season in New England offers something to appreciate, but I confess it’s becoming increasingly difficult. Also, just when I thought things couldn’t get any more depressing, my car was smashed in a hit-and-run while I was in a photography class Monday evening. With no culprit (stay classy, Manchester, NH) I’m responsible for my $1,000 insurance deductible. Dear God, wake me when it’s over. Here’s the last month or so in 10 photos.
Last weekend kicked off with a very wet (soaking, in fact) Fourth of July. We spent it at my parents with my sisters and their families, plus my aunt and uncle. The rest of the weekend was sunny, warm, and pleasantly busy. Here it is in 10 photos.