Autumn Homecoming
Homecoming week is a special time for Ryan and his school mates. A week to celebrate school pride and spirit and to enjoy the camaraderie of good friends, capped off with a day of corsages, formal dress, a photo shoot, a fine meal, and dancing until midnight. This past Saturday I carried out photography duties and Lydia and I served as chaperones for the kids.
Dressed warmly for an early and cold Autumn morning on Saturday. 1950s Stetson Sovereign 'Twenty' Mode Edge. A recent find at a local antiques shop and in fantastic condition. Having not undergone the spa treatment as yet, it carries a few wrinkles in the ribbon from storage.
Sharing some fiddle talk over croissant and coffee with my friend John Waddle, at his violin shop. The felt and ribbon color are quite mercurial with different light.
Last minute tie and shirt shopping with Ryan.
Studying the lighting and color around our house before some 13 of Ryan's friends gathered at our home to begin the festivities.
Still cold in the afternoon with temperatures in the upper 30s, I felt very sorry for the girls(who outnumbered the boys by 9:5) in their beautiful dresses, determined to look their best despite the chill.
Up to their teenage shenanigans right before their parents' eyes.
Driving into the sunset and to supper with a carload of sixteen and seventeen-year-old girls(Ryan was absconded away in a separate minivan with six other young ladies), to the strains of Psy and his "Gangnam Style".
Homecoming week is a special time for Ryan and his school mates. A week to celebrate school pride and spirit and to enjoy the camaraderie of good friends, capped off with a day of corsages, formal dress, a photo shoot, a fine meal, and dancing until midnight. This past Saturday I carried out photography duties and Lydia and I served as chaperones for the kids.
Dressed warmly for an early and cold Autumn morning on Saturday. 1950s Stetson Sovereign 'Twenty' Mode Edge. A recent find at a local antiques shop and in fantastic condition. Having not undergone the spa treatment as yet, it carries a few wrinkles in the ribbon from storage.
Sharing some fiddle talk over croissant and coffee with my friend John Waddle, at his violin shop. The felt and ribbon color are quite mercurial with different light.
Last minute tie and shirt shopping with Ryan.
Studying the lighting and color around our house before some 13 of Ryan's friends gathered at our home to begin the festivities.
Still cold in the afternoon with temperatures in the upper 30s, I felt very sorry for the girls(who outnumbered the boys by 9:5) in their beautiful dresses, determined to look their best despite the chill.
Up to their teenage shenanigans right before their parents' eyes.
Driving into the sunset and to supper with a carload of sixteen and seventeen-year-old girls(Ryan was absconded away in a separate minivan with six other young ladies), to the strains of Psy and his "Gangnam Style".
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