Miscellany

My mother painted this portrait of me when I was twelve years old. It's the first one she ever painted, before she ever took an art class.

This is the sight that greeted me when I went to get into bed last night.

Molly, dancing on Thanksgiving.

Sarah, on stilts.

Spot, lounging on the deck.

Christmas lights in our neighborhood.

See those "fingers" of blue light on the left side of the tree? They made sparks flying down from the branches, like little fireworks... hard to describe, but it looked cool.