Summer has come and past
Innocence can never last
Wake me up when September ends

This last month has been a total blur of bus-related things and photography related things. The chaos of the first week of school has hit and gone, and the second week of school is upon us. I've spent a ridiculous amount of time on parent phone calls and route ( Read more... )

“She was leaving the home that was so dear to her, and something told her that she was leaving it forever, save as a holiday refuge. Things would never be the same again; coming back for vacations would not be living there. And oh, how dear and beloved everything was... all the thousand and one dear spots where memories of the old years bided. ( Read more... )