Newly into the month, let’s look back a year or two ago and recall where we were way back when… starting with this Christmas rose memory. This, for me at least, the best part of the season – when all is hope and possibility, all is yet to come. The rush is not quite there, the worry not yet a true presence. Wait for it, just wait.
Three photos that tell three thousand stories.
It seems unlikely that we will get to make a third Holiday stroll this year, but the first was such a joy that I’ll be damned if I don’t try. I mean, come on!
Like a virgin… strolling for the very first time.
This is still funny. A mother-fucking quiche.
December brings out the ego and insecurity in some of us….
And the family fun in others.
Amid the fog…
The ultimate office holiday bash.
A little bit of the devil keeps the angels at bay.
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