The soft imagery of the season.

I enjoy studying this picture I took last year.

I had gone out on the patio in the cold, probably to get the dogs to do their business, and noticed through the French doors the Christmas tree inside standing by the cozy hearth, the tree bristling with hundreds of tiny lights as the fire leapt among logs sacrificed to warm the house, the mantle dressed with stockings and lace.

I went back in for the camera and snapped this image–I really didn’t realize at the time what I was preserving, but now I do.

Merry Christmas from the Pullings on Hill Street: T’is the blessed season!