Digital photography has its own extravagance, a profligacy, an excess of images born of exuberance that spins its own dust bunnies. While I’m working on a few more significant entries in this blog, I thought I’d grope around under my virtual couch and splash a few images up here that have languished at the tail-end of my Nikon’s memory chip for the last month or so. Nikon-bunnies, as it were or was or is.
The above is a really, really bad picture of me. At the right side of the frame, you can trace out the arc of my left arm, in the left-center, you can see the black circle of my camera’s lens, in the upper-left you can sort of see my gray-headed, um, head.
… but, if you zoom out a little …
… you can see that it’s actually a pretty good picture of the Little Prince, the Magic One, the Guinness!
This is the season for…
… the holly…
… and the (English) ivy!
(Holly and Ivy are long-time and exuberant dominant ladies of Ft. Harrington’s front yard.)
And it’s the season for something that I wish everybody all the time anyway: peace on your earth, and good will to all your men and women and children, and thank you for visiting here, God bless you.
HAPPY- HAPPY to you all! (And joy-joy, too!)
The main man of the Fort, the Kelsey, the ferocious and the virtuous, naps. A lot.
And he wishes you the best for the holidays and the new year.