
Madison Museum of Contemporary Art
The prow of Madison's newest flatiron glows incandescantly on a recent overcast night.

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.