yesterday I went on a wonderful road trip with my great-aunt. we drank a bunch of iced coffee and climbed to the top of the tallest hill, where I discovered one of the most incredible places I have ever been.
it was only about half way through the tour that I realised I’d written quite a lot about Frederic Church, the man who built this house, in my final paper last term. Whoops. A fascinating man, but evidently less so in the last week of the school year.