I drove the long way home after an appointment last week. Since Thanksgiving was so late this year folks, including us, seem to have jumped right into Christmas. I figured I’d see a few light displays. It was foggy, even drizzling a bit, and yet, for me the stars were aligned. Number one I had the camera. Number two, there was no wind. I arrived at the harbor to low tide but a still reflection. A half a mile away, Meeting Pond mirrored the lights on the town common. Last year my husband gave me a mini-tripod I keep in my car and I set it up on the cement. It’s a good thing it was dark, because I looked like a contortionist, squatting down to [squirrel] level, squinting at the viewfinder.
I read something recently. Celebrating each day leading up to the holiday puts less pressure on the day itself. Oh yeah. Christmas isn’t just a day, it’s a season. .
I’m in for that.