Christmas in New England is perfectly picturesque. It looks exactly how Christmas should look: ice frosted flowers, Christmas light displays, candle lit midnight mass and bare armed trees. It was a week long event of festive eating (thank you Auntie Leslie!), reminiscing over family reunion home videos and lazying around in cousin-matching ‘onesie’ outfits. It was perfect.
I would have taken more pictures of the rolling countryside and Victorian style vistas but I was too lazy/contented to bother much. Besides, who wants to live behind a lens when you can have Christmas morning dance parties in a onesie and grandma knitted, baby blue beret?
Scroll one week forward and you have me, standing in Times Square at 2:00pm on New Years Eve with a frozen face, numbed extremities and 1 million other people. New York City marked quite the transition from sleepy Manchester, Connecticut. It reared up and pushed my face behind the lens and finger onto the trigger to capture all of it’s widely varied neighborhoods, weather patterns and city-style beauty.
My Sister the Supermodel
Being in North America had another perk (besides pork products and familiar feeling scenery): it allowed me to spend time with my beautiful sister, whom I acutely miss when my life takes me to far off places. She was the star of many pictures. Years ago she was told by a physic that her fame and fortune lay in hand modeling…I beg to differ. It’s definitely her face and persona that are completely loveable and captivating.
[ You may be able to tell from these shots that it was cold in NYC…very, very cold…]