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.
