Our last concert was held yesterday in Harrisonburg, Virginia. The second altos and second basses managed to get together to take pictures after our prayer and prep time.
After the concert we gathered at tenor James Swartz's home for a delicious meal and fabulous fellowship. This morning we met at Cracker Barrel and prolonged our good-byes as long as possible. And my camera broke, so all these pictures were taken on my ancient iPhone. Jeff says it looks like we are all being dematerialized into an energy pattern (beaming up). Oh, and the only thing that is really clear is Franklin's water bottle that Jeff rescued when Frank left it at the concert.
Parting is such sweet sorrow --