Holy Boys Danger Club, 9/22

Took my new Nikon D3100 for a spin at the Empire last night. I’m still getting used to all the bells and whistles (and how to shoot in low light without everything being a blurry mess).

Here are some shots of the night and of my favorite local band, Holy Boys Danger Club.
xoxo Al

Never Forget

Like most Americans, I will never forget where I was the morning of September 11, 2001. I was a sophomore in high school, in trigonometry class, when another student ran in to tell us a plane had hit a tower at the World Trade Center. The sky that day was so blue. So very blue.

I remember feeling queasy, tangibly unsafe for the first time. Despite the horrors of that day, I will never forget the way our country pulled together. I will never forget the strength, dignity and courage of American rescue workers, firefighters, police officers, politicians, teachers, parents, friends. America is special – for our unwavering beliefs, freedom, character. Nothing (not even a cowardly terrorist attack on one of our most prized cities) will ever, ever change that. God bless America.

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September

September in Maine is marked by warm, amber-tinged days and cool cricket-filled nights. Everything seems to turn on a dime. The air conjures up that back-to-school nostalgia; I immediately crave new notebooks and pencils.

This particular September is one of big change for me. My little sister moved out after a summer’s stay in the guest room (to start her junior year of college! When did that happen?!) I will hit my three year anniversary of home ownership and I find myself “nesting” more and more. I am crossing that mid-twenties threshold and turning 26 on the 19th. A whole new chapter for so many reasons.

I welcome it with open arms.

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