New Year's--again

The Cambodian, Laotian, Burmese, and Thai communities held a festival to celebrate the New Year (their cultures celebrate new year in springtime). I’m making photos for the Refugee Volunteer Organization’s website, and the sun came out for about 20 glorious minutes during the festival. It was just long enough for this group of women to step outside the performance tent so their friends could make photographs. I sneaked in quietly from the side, loving the light from their jewelry reflected on their faces. 

I’m about to sweep Sue away for a week at the coast to celebrate her 72nd birthday. We’ll be staying in a “deluxe” yurt in a state park, and there’s no wifi, so expect a blip hiatus. The park is just slightly inland from the coast, surrounded by mountainous sand dunes and near some of the most-photographed cliffs in the USA. Yurts are so popular they can only be reserved if you wait up till midnight on the night before they open for reservations, nine months ahead of the time you want to be there. I reserved this yurt last August, not knowing this week would be the perfect time for us to get away and unplug.