When I was a kid, my mother used to take my brother and me driving to see Christmas light displays around Coastal New Jersey. We especially enjoyed those surprise cul-de-sacs where it was obvious the neighbors engaged in friendly competition.

Bostonside (not surprisingly, I suppose), I don’t see much evidence of this love for the bright and twinkly, for those gaudy challenges to stake as many leaping plastic deer on the lawn as possible. Bostonside, subtley reigns.

lights along the porch

lights on the fence post

lights along the latticework

a string of color lights

holiday light bush

porch lit under the stormy sky

string lights close-up

I guess some might consider these simple strands stodgy, but I rather consider the situation: different folks, different strokes of light.

moon over the jamaicaway