It’s my last chance to say, “Merry Christmas” to all of you! While the secular Christmas season ended on December 25th, those of us adhering to the liturgical calendar (or, trying to, anyway) are just winding down what is known as Christmastide or the 12 Days of Christmas (from which the carol derives its name), which came to a close yesterday on Twelfth Night. We’ve entered a new season today with the Feast of the Epiphany, or Three Kings’ Day, which celebrates the visitation of the Magi to the infant Jesus. We had a peaceful Advent and a joyful Christmas here at our house, and we hope you did, too.
The dust of the travelled road
Shall touch my hands and face.
— from “The Road and the End” by Carl Sandburg
Every year I take more pictures than what ultimately makes it to my blog. I’m not as prolific a photographer as I used to be, which is sad in its own way, but I thought it might be worthwhile to share a few outtakes from the past year. I feel like 2016 was particularly difficult and painful for a lot of people, for a lot of different reasons. Around here we’re battling a family-wide virus that arrived mid-December and looks set to follow us through to the very end of the calendar year—I’ve drawn a line in the sand at 11:59 p.m. on December 31st, and it better not try to cross it. Here’s to looking back but moving forward!