winter wonderland
Happy Holidays, to those who celebrate! As a secular Christmas person by tradition, today's the day with presents and candles and a decent meal and things, which we'll be sharing later with new roommate E. and dog, Auryn. This is the second person from the internet who's moved into my house, by the way, and I highly recommend it.
As anyone thinking about it may have predicted, it was a Wellesian-flavored Christmas. I got Orson Welles at Work and Making Movies with Orson Welles by Gary Graver, as well as The Third Man on blu-ray. We also got the yearbook edition of Freaks and Geeks from Mr. Daroga's parents (funny, since we got them the same series). Among other things, I got Mr. Daroga a set of Mercury radio plays. So I predict some curling up with Orson today.
It's been snowing here for a week, and Seattle has a no-salt, no-real-plowing policy. They actually want to pack the snow, meaning it's unsafe for anyone without four wheel drive or chains to drive anywhere. We've done some anyway, because life doesn't stop for snow, but while E. and I can make fun of people who can't drive in snow all we want, there's a reason it's harder, here. We're just not equipped. But the dogs have enjoyed it, and it's funny how the whole city comes to a standstill. Which leads me to my next batch of photos, taken on Sunday after 11 pm. The cloud cover was low, the night was totally silent, and non one was about. The diffused light looked almost like daytime, or maybe a strange dream-like daytime. I haven't done anything to these at all. Without any cars or people out, we let Mr. Darcy run around wherever he wanted, and he finally got to tear through the cemetery near us.
Sean fell down!
Blurry hound.
This is the bike/walking path behind our house.
If you're curious, yes, I believe I have seen prostitution and drug activity behind the house.
Aww. And yes, that's a Jayne hat.
As anyone thinking about it may have predicted, it was a Wellesian-flavored Christmas. I got Orson Welles at Work and Making Movies with Orson Welles by Gary Graver, as well as The Third Man on blu-ray. We also got the yearbook edition of Freaks and Geeks from Mr. Daroga's parents (funny, since we got them the same series). Among other things, I got Mr. Daroga a set of Mercury radio plays. So I predict some curling up with Orson today.
It's been snowing here for a week, and Seattle has a no-salt, no-real-plowing policy. They actually want to pack the snow, meaning it's unsafe for anyone without four wheel drive or chains to drive anywhere. We've done some anyway, because life doesn't stop for snow, but while E. and I can make fun of people who can't drive in snow all we want, there's a reason it's harder, here. We're just not equipped. But the dogs have enjoyed it, and it's funny how the whole city comes to a standstill. Which leads me to my next batch of photos, taken on Sunday after 11 pm. The cloud cover was low, the night was totally silent, and non one was about. The diffused light looked almost like daytime, or maybe a strange dream-like daytime. I haven't done anything to these at all. Without any cars or people out, we let Mr. Darcy run around wherever he wanted, and he finally got to tear through the cemetery near us.
Sean fell down!
Blurry hound.
This is the bike/walking path behind our house.
If you're curious, yes, I believe I have seen prostitution and drug activity behind the house.
Aww. And yes, that's a Jayne hat.