Actually, ’tis the season to be really slow on blog updates, if myself and my compatriots are the standard by which one is judging. It’s funny, how the internet slows down over the holidays - I have this feeling that everyone was checking their e-mail, and no one was writing. I think I recieved three e-mails over the last five days, two of which were my father asking me if I wanted to have dinner with the family. I can’t remember what the other one was, but chances are it was a link to a photo of a hot car from Brendon.

I also was extremely slow on the picture taking - actually, that’s not quite true, but I’ve been slow on the kind of pictures I want to post on here. It’s cold, and when it’s cold one doesn’t really want to go out and find pretty things to photograph, one wants to stay inside and eat soup and watch movies. That’s great, but watching movies is not very photogenic. Hopefully I will self-motivate and take some pictures soon. For now, I have pictures from ancient history (early December) that I never got around to posting. If you can remember back that far, I had a dance party with a number of people, among those people were Brendon and Kristen, in the city for the weekend. That was supposed to be the first of two posts covering the weekend, but the second post never got written, and here are the pictures - better late than never, but just barely.

Kristen and friends, frozen to death as we waited for a table at a restaurant.

Brendon actually took this picture of Alex, I think that I am that big blurry smear across the right half of the picture. Even though it’s not perfectly sharp, it is a dashing picture of a dashing gentleman, so here it is.

At some point after dinner we stopped into a pharmacy so someone could buy something (the details escape me). As we waited, Kristen became concerned that her heart was beating abnormally, so she asked Brendon to check it out. Best reason so far to justify marriage: Someone will always take your insane medical concerns seriously.

That was about it - on Sunday we went to the Brooklyn Museum and saw good art and had a good time being ushered in for free because Kristen works in a museum. We arrived in the late afternoon, and walking up the stairs everything was lovely and warm and yellow, including Brendon.

So a few trying weeks have gone by since then, and then it was Christmas time, and then now it’s back to work, where nothing much happens other than me honing my already razor-sharp photoshop skills on the projects of misguided art directors. The highlight of my day comes at around 2:30, when the sun hits the windows of the buildings across the street from us and reflects pale blue sunlight into the studio for about two minutes. It looks something like this:

And then I work for a few more hours, and then I go home. Whee!

That is a dark and gloomy picture to end on, so instead of that, I’m going to post a picture I found on a CD from a thousand years ago. It predates digital cameras, this is film that I shot and then scanned. It’s a nice picture, and sometimes I think that I took better photos way back when than I do now, but maybe I was just in an easy place to photograph. Either way, it’s always wise to end with elephants.