Flying Crows? Caw, Caw, Caw

One November night in an attempt to get away from my roommate’s clutches, I toddled down to the triple on the other side of the dorm where my friend lived. There, as the skies were darkening, my friend told me about the night she lost her dad.

Autumn Color at SHS

The bright color of these gorgeous maples along Sheldon Street by the high school was nicley captured by the photographer three years ago. No matter what year, it gets us in the autumn mood.