Madison Museum of Contemporary Art
The prow of Madison's newest flatiron glows incandescantly on a recent overcast night.
If you have to ask why, this is probably not the blog for you.
Where Once There Was Snow
Two weeks ago we had lots of snow and temps in the twenties. I snapped a picture so I could remember what it was like, knowing it was a sure bet that it'd all be gone soon and we'd have anything but a white Christmas. I don't miss the sub-freezing temps, but these snowless weeks leading up to Christmas exacerbate my chronic grumpiness. Ho-ho-ho.