I heard Christmas is coming up. I’m glad we hardly notice it here at our remote desert shore. All the elsewhere inescapable commercial effort to inspire festive feelings in this time is far away. Christmas decorations make me depressed. I get sick when I hear Christmas music. It’s not only the disgusting commercialization of Christmas, it is the general mindless way how it is perpetuated even when almost no one is even remotely honest about its original meaning. So I can’t help to see Christmas as a symbol for pretense, of empty, fake sentimentality. I’m sure it’s a bit rude to say it like this, but I’m glad to be a bit removed from all that.
Our “winter home” under the watch of Giganta.
The paddle season is on again.
Sailing home from Carmen. Danzante in the background. A stiff easterly is perfect for this course.
The first 30 minutes or so of the lunar eclipse on Dec. 10. 2011. (Not as mysterious and unexpected as another one we saw years ago: click here). It started very early in the morning just before the moon disappeared in the west behind the mountains.
The first bit of morning glow had just developed in the east.
Klaus Dec 17. 2011