barry burton

The Lower Roof

The bittersweet holidays have drawn to a close. Back to normal. But first, a quick recap. Perhaps you have caught on before, but my town, or at least neighborhood, takes holidays, or at least decorating for them, very seriously. So much so, that between Thanksgiving and Christmas, there are actually horse drawn carriage rides down my street for sightseers. The clip clop of the horse hooves on the concrete is actually very nice when dampened by the wall of my house. The best part is the giant 12 foot tall reindeer (more specifically, I suppose the red nose makes it Rudolph) but there is also the huge redwood in the park downtown that gets lights. See Flickr for these. The week before Christmas was balmy but the omnipresent fog continued. I was able to journey back home for the week between Christmas and New Years. For Christmas I was given a nice new phone (Nokia 6230i), a landscapes calendar, and let my people go surfing, by Yvon Chouinard, among other sundry (in a good way) items. Most of my time was spent at my parents’ house, but New Years Eve I did venture out to Rojo where some old Auburn guys’ band was playing. They were surprisingly good. I was supposed to get a CD from them, in the mail, but that has yet to pan out so far, otherwise I would tell you their name. Not that I am being spiteful, I simply have no memory of the name. After Rojo we went over to Sean’s loft in downtown Birmingham. I have to say that it was pretty sweet. I hope the downtown loft scene can really catch on. The old building it was in had awesome old brick exterior walls and vast paned windows. We took some pictures of the illustrious financial district skyline from the roof, one of which you see above (or perhaps to the side or even below, depending on your browser’s mood).