Christmas cards seem to be a fading tradition. When I was growing up, my parents received several hundred and likely sent out a similar number. We do about two dozen, and that number’s shrinking. Here’s the design we mailed off last year, with a gold dust adhering to a rubber-stamped base. (Photo by Rachel Williams)
If it hasn’t already hit us several times, it certainly will soon. Wet snow like this is the heaviest and slickest. The light, powdery version is more common later in the season. (Photo by Rachel Williams)
Our first rabbit wound up with the name Boo. She and my wife developed a special bond over the decade-plus we had her. She was happy to be held and petted for hours.
This year the Red Barn has featured a lot of photos from Downeast Maine, many of them taken about a five-hour drive from our home in coastal New Hampshire. (Driving the other direction would put us in Manhattan in the same amount of time.) It’s easy to imagine the remote coastline as idyllic, but the reality is that much is also economically challenged and impoverished. Here’s an example from downtown Eastport.
Building gingerbread houses is a holiday custom in our home, and sometimes even I get into the act. Here I’m cutting circles for the top of a miniature lighthouse. (Photo by Rachel Williams)