December 10: Bridals with Michelle, my soon to be sister-in-law, at the State Capitol Building.
Michelle, it's about time someone made an honest man out of Andrew.
December 11: The very first Christmas ornament I ever bought for my wife. Like us, it's a little beaten up (it used to have a perch with two little lovebirds on it), but still worth celebrating.
December 12: Nikell and Barry.
Saturday I shot the wedding for this couple. Nikell is the daughter of some of our friends from our old neighborhood, and she was our baby sitter for several years. We have watched her grow into a beautiful young woman - and she's as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside. If I could choose a model for my own daughters to emulate, I would be hard pressed to find a better example than Nikell.
It was my great privilege to photograph this wedding.
December 13: Santa Lucia's Day.
In the far, dark, northern lands of Scandinavia, December 13 is St. Lucia's Day. The story is too long to write here, but suffice it to say that the return of Lucia -- whose name means "light" -- is a big event each year in Sweden.
Here's the story.
December 14: This picture sucks, but there's a story behind it. This -- whatever it is -- is in a field near my house. For several very cold days last week, we could see water erupting out of the top of it, and freezing as it flowed down the side. I assumed it was some kind of ruptured water pipe, but it was there, day after day.
Then, Monday, the spotlight appeared. Whatever this was, the owner wanted it to be seen. I could only see it from the back, but I thought it sort of looked like it had wings -- like a giant angel (it's about fifteen feet tall).
So, I trespassed.
Which wasn't easy to do across a wide open, well lit, snowy white field, next to an annoyingly busy (for a Monday night) frontage road. But I did it, I crossed two barbed wire fences (in the dark), hid in the bushes when cars drove by, and ran like hell across a giant white canvas, to get a shot of the "angel."
I have no idea what this thing is.
December 15: Heading home from seeing "Scrooge" at the Rodgers Memorial Theater, realized, yet again, that I had not taken a picture yet today, stuck camera out the sunroof (or is that moonroof -- what's the difference?) and shot lights in the Centerville park.
December 16: They promised me they'd stop making noise, if I would just take their picture.