Thursday, December 04, 2008

Visual Dessert, Factual Amuse-Bouche

So here’s the deal: I’ve got two sets of photos. They’re both cool, but it’s too much for me to post all at once.  However, one of those photosets is about to go stale, if you catch my stuffing-spattered drift. I’m therefore going to share these Thanksgiving images just an ignorable smidgen beyond the acceptable one-week posting horizon: 

Tacked to the arbor on the patio:

our future - it is bright and smiles on cue

fixins - and then some

our turkey - we honored it

once, in this case, actually was enough

As mandated by tradition, after supper we (had 10-yr Taylor Fladgate port, wine spectator 91 points and then) took an invigorating jaunt after supper, just to shake free a little room for the panoply of desserts awaiting us.  Our path took us through the dark winding streets of the Berkeley hills and out to an intersection that had broad bay views.  We stood there under the streetlight and luxuriated in all for which we were giving thanks - health, sustenance, good friends, a good view… there may have been a dozen of us there, some related by blood and some married and some total strangers to each other, all of us rollicking through multiple overlapping conversations with tipsy conviviality.  I snapped a few photos but they didn’t really capture the vibrational energy of the moment for me, till I messed one up with photoshoot, which I am pleased to expostulate upon you now:

That’s all I’ve got of that, and all I’ll have for a little while.  We Just got the call so we’re heading to Korea on Sunday, and coming back with Jesse on Friday.  Time to make the donuts, people.  I’ll be back when things settle down.  Earlier, perhaps.  I’m sure I’ll need to tell you all something, eventually.  I’m so predictable.