I love black and white photos. Don’t get me wrong. I appreciate color. I appreciate the way it brings emotion and life to a photo. But black and white. It feels classic. The story becomes timeless. The lines move and there is an elegance to black and whites too.
I took these photos two weekends ago at a park in Ashburn nearby a neighborhood we are hoping to move to. There’s so many trees, lots and lots of families, and rocks. Huge ginormous rocks.
So we are trying on the neighborhood; visiting the parks and walking the trails. We are driving here and there, up and down roads that we’ve never been down before. We are finding our way trying to decide where we should next call home. Our realtor is trying her best but we are looking for something very specific; a big home that doesn’t “feel” too big. We are looking for a good yard where the boys (and girls too) can kick a ball around. We want to be away from traffic and in a good school system. It hasn’t been easy finding the right place. Which is why we are still looking. I have to say that it is hard work, a roller coaster really, because we’ll feel so excited about a home and then realize that for one reason or another it doesn’t match up with what we want. And homes are expensive and we don’t like to move, so this is a very permanent investment.
Along the way, as we search, we have our revealing moments where we are having fun. We can see ourselves being really happy in this place. Now if only we could find the right house . . .