Christmas. Red bows. Golden trim. Sparkling bulbs. Silver bells. Blue dusk.
Details. All of them.
They are part of the whole. Part of the photograph. Part of what we see and feel. Part of what makes us feel good about the holiday. Even for those who don’t believe as Christians do, there is a certain feeling about the season. It is inviting. Embracing. Joyous.
It is especially so in The French Quarter. It’s a feeling. A sense of time. Even with the Hawaiian shirt wearing dancing Santas on Bourbon Street. Even with temperatures predicted yo be in the big sixties on Christmas Day. Even without any snow. It’s just different. It feels good.