At some point during any festive occasion… well, at least for me and at least for this year, it eventually became less about Christmas and more about just finding things to photograph around the house while we waited patiently for the rest of the whole Christmas thing to happen. I’m not sure if this is consistent with any of your own experiences, but there you have it. As usual, those wishing to forgo the random commentary on my part can visit the album directly for purely visual stimulus or if you’d like to have a higher resolution version.
It is at times like these that I realize just what a motley assortment of oddments litter our shelves. As I looked about our domicile I realized that we had … well, judge for yourself. Nothing says Christmas like a mysterious vertebra found in the woods last summer and the sad remains of a few dozen well-enjoyed wine bottles…?
The band played on in their tiny, legless way.
I’ve been meaning for a while to take a picture of Laura’s engagement ring. Now seemed as good a day as any. Next time though I’ll wipe the fingerprints off first.
And what’s a depth of field study without some corks.
Christmas is a season in which we tend to drag out things from storage that we don’t see every day. Perusing the abode, several odd combinations of things caught my attention. Laura’s daughter looks on from behind…
And this particular combination has been on the kitchen counter for as long as I can remember but looking at it this time, it struck me as a sort of happy summation of a year of holidays.
Santa has left the pocket on the advent calendar. It must be Christmas.
Laura’s son Eric makes a perfect backdrop for this Santa.
This whole bit of photographic fluff was done just poking around in two rooms of Laura’s house yet there seems to be some fairly good stuff here. It makes me wonder a bit of it would be even remotely possible to convince people to let you come into their homes and just photograph. I’m not looking to meander through the laundry, of course, but I think there’s something to be said for the art that lurks everywhere in our lives. Our homes we tend to take for granted but as time passes and we’re left with only memories it would be really nice to have some of this captured forever. Ah well, yet another photographer’s wish doomed to go unfulfilled, I suspect.