Saturday, November 29, 2008

Ha! Another Saturday in CinCity



Trees are being lighted and the preparations begin.





"In goes my hand into that wool-white-bell-tongued ball of holidays resting at the rim of the carol-singing sea, and out come Mrs. Prothero and the firemen.

It was on the afternoon of the day of Christmas Eve, and I was in Mrs. Prothero's garden, waiting for cats, with her son Jim. It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no reindeers. But there were cats. Patient, cold and callous, our hands wrapped in socks, we waited to snowball the cats. Sleek and long as jaguars and horrible-whiskered, spitting and snarling, they would slink and sidle over the white back-garden walls, and the lynx-eyed hunters, Jim and I, fur-capped and moccasined trappers from Hudson Bay, off Mumbles Road, would hurl our deadly snowballs at the green of their eyes."










please note: A Child's Christmas in Wales by Dylan Thomas

3 comments:

  1. Highly evocative quote and absolutely gorgeous photos! Wonderful juxtaposition of one against other! Your brain and mind are a marvelously cooperative team.

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  2. The cat photo is incredible. Is that your work?

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  3. Waiting until next weekend to open the Christmas closet and look at all the decorations...

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Hey, thanks for your thoughts and your time:>)