Although not too festive myself this season, the jeep always gets a wreath
so there it is...it's tradition.
It's a wonderful thing that something so simple can raise the spirits
and one of the best reasons to carry on with traditions in the first place.
See who's sitting there in the passenger seat?
I think she likes the vantage point.
We have an expression out here called "going to America"...
it's what the islanders call the mainland and we travel there by ferry.
It's a forty minute ride, mostly in calm waters buffered by the other islands, but every now & then
the journey can get pretty hairy. On this night,
it was dead calm...
I love the night crossings in winter.
The ship's crew turn out most of the lights so you glide along across all that black water
with the hum & rattle of turbines surrounding you...
I stayed in my car and looked at the bones of the ship.
Took lots of pictures *up*...
is that an odd thing to do? I never thought so before until I put it in writing...
oh well, that's the truth of it and not the first time I've gone a bit nutty with my phone camera.
I'm addicted to my phone camera.
Yup, truly.
There's so little control over it, it actually ends up being completely freeing.
The picture is never framed as I intend it to be, rarely turns out the way I imagine,
like in this photo above where it captured some ghost images off the windshield...
I never saw them.
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what a blog experience this has been! I'll write more about the process later, when it's a new month
in a new year...
but in the meantime, see you tomorrow :>]]
the whole thing started back here...
