Today my aunt and I went to the Kelly House in Rhode Island. I took lots and lots of pictures. I became one with my inner photographer. Turns out that I have a pretty good eye…at least I think so.
It’s good to be home–I mean in New England. There is something about being here that just settles my soul. I simply love being here.
But–Philadelphia is home. Don’t worry. I’ll be back.
I have to run…my battery is running low. Tomorrow I’ll be checking in from Syracuse.