This glow is caused by using flash but forgetting to use manual mode to tell the camera not to worry about the ambient light.
Harry napping. He'll decline to join us at the church for lunch.
I learned tonight that Peter and his family ran this diner in Bristol from 1974-1985.
Enroute to the church.
The United Methodist Church in Laconia. Technically it is a white Christmas, though the snow is less than an inch.
We smell ham!
The dining hall.
Salad course.
Coincidentally, we sat with these folks at Thanksgiving, which was a separate community supper at a separate church.
Main course.
Dessert course.
Returning home. Molly is patiently waiting for her Christmas treats.
Thumb wrestling!
