It was a very, very cold day - indeed, even as I write, the temperature outside is 2 degrees. So even hot water poured into the bird bath froze almost instantly. Inside, I've been working away at Flash!, at last - today, stuck in experimental film of the 1960s and 70s, like Peter Kubelka's Arnulf Rainer - six and a half minutes of migraine inducing flickering (when is a flicker a flash, and vice versa?) with the occasional diversion into retinal after-images and stroboscopic hallucinations.
But the final picture of the year should be the sun going down - over the Sandias (on the left) and the Cerrillos Hills (on the right) - chill, but magnificent.