while in New York, I’m afraid, not actually on Basil. For the first time in a long time, I ran about the city checking out the holiday lights. All the stuff tourists check out, rather than New Yorkers. First, the tree in Rockefeller Plaza, which I think I hadn’t seen since I was a small child.
It was big. And bright. But not precisely decorated. Nonetheless, it was a cheery sight.
The plaza was lined with trumpeting angels.
A very small tree nearby, in the window of the Metropolitan Museum shop, was artfully contrived, with all the requisite frou-frou.
Blue lights and metallic flags ringed the area. For a minute, I thought I was at the UN Plaza. (Well, not really. But all those flags did create the association.)
I’m a sucker for white decorative lights. Why is that, do you suppose? Perhaps because they are star-like?
I was in the city during Chanukkah, and saw many chanukkiahot, but didn’t feel comfortable photographing them. Christmas in the USA is an almost exclusively secular affair, but a single, lit, chanukkia is still very much a religious symbol. I enjoyed the candle lights (even the electric ones), but was not inspired to capture their images.