There is nothing more dreary than rain in December. The town is all decorated and gussied up for the holiday season - wreaths on doors, garlands and lights on porches and lamp posts, store windows decorated in holiday themes, and lights everywhere. All that's missing is the snow. So it rains; cold, raw, dreary, and wet. A perfect trigger for seasonal affective disorder; bring on the depression! So Mama Gaia, if you want us all jolly for the Winter Solstice please send some snow; the Winter King needs his ermine-trimmed cloak.
Long Time, Long Jump
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I've been taking photographs for a long time. Here's one from sixty years
ago, taken when I was still at school in Halifax. Some ran, some jumped,
and...
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