Notes From Nowhere

This one from last night. Happy New Year!

These four from last night. In my experience, it is socially accepted to avoid the task of kitchen helper by taking photos of the food instead. Happy holidays…

Each year, the pre-holiday mood takes me by surprise, though really one should know to expect it. It just creeps up on me, quicker than I expect. And I’m not sure that I like it, though I definitely like all the nice foods. Everyone seems to disappear from the face of the earth, or rather, the work-earth, boarding planes and heading toward family life. Time to wander through Central Park. At the tennis courts, people had shovels, to clear away the snow and play for a bit. I did my share with the shovel, faint memories of serious snow in the alps on my mind. That’s what I mean about my mood at Christmas, always a bit too close to home-sickness to be genuinely enjoyed, and yet too quickly over, and then it’s back to…work.