Continuing in the Hopeless Romantic vein, here's a shot of the girl I married in 1971. In the final analysis, that was a sad story, but with the totally joyous sub-plot of two lovely daughters who have since made happy marriages of their own.
I took this picture inside a Chester County barn, where a shaft of sunlight from a hole in the roof back-lighted the subject and bits of hay dust floated about her head.
With my penchant for nostalgia, I can tell you it was a very happy day, showing no foreshadowing of things to come -- things best left unmentioned here.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Holly, 1971
Continuing in the Hopeless Romantic vein, here's a shot of the girl I married in 1971. In the final analysis, that was a sad story, but with the totally joyous sub-plot of two lovely daughters who have since made happy marriages of their own.
I took this picture inside a Chester County barn, where a shaft of sunlight from a hole in the roof back-lighted the subject and bits of hay dust floated about her head.
With my penchant for nostalgia, I can tell you it was a very happy day, showing no foreshadowing of things to come -- things best left unmentioned here.
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