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.
I love weddings, I love the holidays, and I love classic New England…so this past weekend in the White Mountains for Greg and Courtney’s wedding was a total home run.
It started with the three plus hour drive up to Jackson, New Hampshire. We knew we were getting close when the view outside started to look more like this:
The Wildcat Inn and Tavern couldn’t have been more cozy and charming, and everyone was in such high spirits because we were there to celebrate something so joyful. There was snow, lights, trees, and wreaths everywhere.
I started to feel that happy, glowing feeling inside.