New years should be celebrated with parties… and dancing. But, as it happens, I seem to have been born without a sense of rhythm, and I haven’t ever managed to beg, borrow, or steal one, so I leave the dancing to other folks.
I just shoot the pictures.
“Jasmines in Bloom,” performed by one of Mitsi Shen’s students, a young lady named Tiffany.
Happy Year of the Ox… just a few days late.