December 10, 2003

  • Old Hair


    This "wizzled" old stump reminded me of having a bad hair day.
    I'm still trying to figure out where I got the term "wizzled" from. 
    Perhaps it is the process of becomming wize and aged.



    My town had a tree lighting ceremony, welcomed Santa and his Reindeer
    and generally cavorted about under the Christmass light's in the cold.


    This clump of balloons is waiting for the Belmont, outbound, express
    the morning after.