Tonight I went with Hannah, Hillary and Josh to Christmas at the Zoo. I hadn’t ever been so it was really cool to go see. The lights were beautiful and it was impressive how many of them there were. The whole zoo was lit up and decorated. I had a lot of fun and I was with great people. It’s definitely something I’d do again.
Along the old railroad path pictured in the last post were a few headstones. They were out in the middle of the woods not too far off the path. The woods is private property now and most of it is fenced off. Normally no one would ever see the graves as the leaves would conceal them. But since the leaves are long gone the headstones could be seen. They are a little hard to read but they listed three people:
An infant that died when it was delivered on October 23, 1836
Isabella Sedwick who died March 10, 1848 at the age of 7
and Marion Sedwick who died January 8, 1850 at the age of 15.
I have no idea who the people were, what they did, why the died or why they are buried in a woods and forgotten. But at least they are remembered here. Another note about this is that a friend of mine drove past here late one night and saw a little girl in an old dress running through the field across the road. Maybe it was Isabella.
While this picture is an old photo, it helps put me in the mood for Christmas. I absolutely love the lights this time of year. Everything is lit up so beautifully, especially when people use white lights. These lights were draped along our old fence line and they happened to be snow covered when I took the photo. They made for a perfect winter scene.
So I know this photo probably makes zero sense to those of you who are actually still around and still reading this. I have gotten far behind on posts and I have to be honest, I have not been taking photos every day like I should. That being said it has been incredibly busy lately with school, work, and trying to help Mom move to a new house. But I promise I will do better and I will finish this challenge. Some of the posts will be using old photos. But back to this photo, which is a year old, out of place and not my best. When I saw this photo tonight it meant a lot to me. This tree was a little pine tree that me and Abbie bought for Mom on Mother’s day for the house, because she so badly wanted a pine tree. One day it would get big enough to decorate. Well, it is still little but that year she decorated it and it looked really pretty, though small, out in the yard covered in snow. This tree made the house even more of a home. Today we moved out of that house, or at least started to, and moved elsewhere. And it was kinda hard. That place was our home for some six years or so. It was beautiful and it was full of so many memories, like this little tree. And it was not easy packing things up and moving out. But nothing is permanent in this life and things change. We move on and hold the memories of past homes with us. And this home was a great one.
The last of the night photos. This is the Evans Center, where the COM, Nursing School and Visual Arts department is located. I may have already mentioned this place. It is a very interesting building and it’s especially cool at night. I’m beginning to get a little more used to it, though I do still miss Fisher Hall.
As we walked around, freezing cold, I noticed this tree. It was weirdly lit by a nearby lamp post. The light landed perfectly on the tree and I saw this picture right away. I asked Hannah to go stand in front of the tree and I got this. A perfect background, great light and a beautiful model, all put together by chance.