The light! The light!


Where the parade came to die. The words “cacophony of competing bad Christmas songs” do not adequately convey the intensity of this experience. Sadly, the dying ground also happened to be located directly under my window. This, of course, means that I needed to dart out onto the roof to photograph the greatness for my loyal readers, at immense personal peril.

[Fort Bragg]
[Lighted Truck Parade]