Holiday Senses

These are scenes from my last trip to Old Town in Eureka. Things were looking beautiful to me that day. I post them here because I am psyching myself up for another foray into the great big world.

This time I doubt I will see anything that will pull my camera from my pocket.

Then again, maybe there is some beauty to be noticed at the laundromat, in line at the post office, or somewhere out there -- beauty of the stark, industrial kind. Shapely, poignant. The kind of beauty that loves black and white.

Too bad the camera can't capture the warm scent of the peppermint mocha I plan to fortify myself with.

Or the steady jingle of the Salvation Army donation collectors.

Or the strange balminess of the Humboldt winter air.