We made a whole Thanksgiving feast and all I have to show for it are these photos of neatly stacked firewood. Very, very neatly stacked firewood. In very big stacks. It had been over three weeks since Hurricane Sandy disrupted the school schedules of millions of children and replaced their nightly TV time with board games by candlelight. Gas rationing was over, power was back, but everywhere I went in New Jersey there were still enormous trees resting where they first fell and even more enormous stacks of wood were springing up in their stead. Something struck me about all those stacks leaning up against people’s garages and overflowing from their sheds, their irregular shapes and sizes somehow fitting together just so. Not one to miss out on any wood chopping fun, my dad had his own very, very neat stacks of firewood, and on Thanksgiving morning, he worked in the yard like he does every day, moving his own stacks from their triage outside to inside the shed where they would be kept nice and dry the whole winter for fuel in the livingroom woodstove. So while I don’t have any food photos from the blissful chaos that is our yearly Thanksgiving cook-fest (I know, my food photographer card has already been revoked), I documented this instead:
Oh yeah, and of course a few photos of my kitty, Macavity. For my mom’s screensaver. Of course.