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okay. I can’t remember when we started this party. I think it was probably 1979. I may have explained explained the origins of this crazy n0w-tradition in other posts; my father and mother (I really I have to say this surprises me; … Continue reading
I didn’t shoot a lot of images of anything this year. But I did remember to ask to borrow one of Cam’s photo lights so that I could shoot the Christmas Party ornaments – so you guys could see them … Continue reading
Here it is: an account of one raucous night in the company of greedy pirates and unprincipled chess players. ‘Twas two weeks before Christmas, and all through the place. All the children were scrambling, with wire and with lace . … Continue reading
A week till Christmas Day. But—the party is over. The Great Ornament Party. My one party. Shoot, getting ready for Christmas day is NOTHING after this thing. For this the house is scoured, the halls are decked—a years’ worth … Continue reading
Stars for Christmas Every year since I can remember, I’ve made a series of ornaments for family and a very few friends. With some, it’s been a thirty-five year exchange. With others, just a thirty-five year gift. I used to … Continue reading
Every year, we have the same party. (see this and this and this and maybe this if you want some history – or repetition) It’s pretty much the only party we have anymore. And it’s a mean son-of-a-gun. We started it … Continue reading
The horse arena is sopping. Sopping, soaked, swampy. And there’s more rain coming. We woke to snow. But the rain washed it away. This on top of other snow and subsequent rain. Even the high stalls are now turning to … Continue reading
I guess it’s because of the photobooks that my days disappear so quickly. My Cammon dropped by the other morning to borrow G’s iPod. I noticed the green truck at our curb, sandwiched into a line of string players’ vehicles … Continue reading