Scenes from a Sunday
After knitting this morning I took the camera for a walk, as I often do. Friday's ice storm took down a lot of trees, which took a lot of power lines with them; I think a few places just got their power back. But it also did this. It would be nice if we could have one without the other.
I met this lovely white dog and her owner. I asked him if I could take her picture, and he laughed and said sure, she was a ham. Which indeed she proved to be.
Later Miss B and I went to the Christmas concert given by Grant's choral group. We arrived just in time to see the steeple lit up by the sunset. They sang Mozart's Missa Brevis in F and Vesperae Solennes de Confessore. I do so love Mozart. Grant had the bass solo in the Vespers, and acquitted himself excellently as usual (in my humble and objective opinion).