This summer has been jam-packed with weddings. I couldn’t be more excited/happier/jubilant/etc for these friends and family, but I’m also thankful that they’ve required moderate travel. Hershey, Newport, West Hampton – and Boston in this case.
I think the biggest challenge of these weekends is figuring out the best way to kill time while waiting for the festivities to begin. In Boston, there’s plenty, but when the Sox are in town it’s hard to turn down a trip to Fenway – even if it means showing up late and leaving early. Thankfully, a buddy of mine agreed and we headed out that way.
I love a day at the ballpark, but as my first trip to Fenway, it made it that much more exciting to grab a few shots of a piece of American history (and on July 4th too).
