For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
~T.S. Eliot, “Little Gidding”
Spent a lovely evening in West Baden (where THE WILD ROAD was partially set), and snapped some photos. My last taste of the holidays before all the beautiful decorations are taken down and the year progresses, onward and onward. And a magical blue moon, too.
Wishing you all a Happy New Year!