4 photographs from this december.
1. If there were no clouds in the sky, the sun would stretch its hand through the dusty kitchen window and sprinkle rainbow coloured droplets all over the cabinets, the tables, the walls and floors and my skin, all at 8:30 in the morning, and never again throughout the day.
2. Hung on the Christmas trees. Christmas itself is a high voltage affair. I hope your Christmases were lovely this year.
3. My view of The Magnificents from my window at the Mandarin Oriental. As I write this the window behind me plays a silent movie of the city at night. It's 4:31 in the morning and there are cars along the road, dragging streaks of red as they ignore traffic lights and painted lines and orders to stop, slow down, watch ahead. There are scattered flecks of glitter all over the skyline too and they all twinkle like stars, but better. It won't get any more cliché than that but I guess that's what makes cliché, cliché. There is no other way to put it.
4. Star Wars characters in an accidental photograph. If you look carefully you can see Princess Leia and Han Solo and the rest of the names, I've forgotten. But they're all there.