For someone who claims less than average affection for the Christmas season, some light displays seem to give me extraordinary pleasure. I've been thinking over the past few days why I love some and feel indifferent or just plain put off by others. I used to think it was the choice of colors and tasteful arrangement that warmed my heart but I think something else draws me. Sometimes, the human touch is so compelling, it is as joyful and innocent as the wonder in a child's first awareness of light and beauty. That is the case in this house that I have passed so many times on Cypress Street. The lights are never taken down completely, and there is delight in every detail. Like the community garden at 6th, the house at 7th seems to send out a welcome as I pedal (sometimes laboriously) uphill.
Last night, I made a mental note as I rode by that one day, I would take the time to enjoy a closer look. This evening, I arrived home early, and when Bill suggested we go out for a latte, I asked if we could stop on the way to take a few pictures on Cypress Street.
Petr on the left (I think) and Francois on the right.
A close-up of the front porch.
I had never noticed the bike before. The polka-dot seat and lights on the front tire were a great touch.
I missed the top of the roof, but caught the decorated foliage at the right.
My favorite shot. The candy lights in the top left window all flashed on at the same time.
Thanks, Francois and Petr! You give a beautiful gift to the neighborhood and to the many passers-by. I hope to update your work of art as it progresses.
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