Colors in the Sky

I'd like to think that every day deserves a "confetti flying through the air" moment.

And if it doesn't, it should.

Lunar

I spend the majority of winter looking forward to Chinese New Year. Although I have no genetic ties to the lunar holiday, I feel a strong tie to the traditions of family and food that it brings. Not to mention, the magpie side of me gets such a thrill from the colorful pageantry of the parades and celebrations.

It bears a strong resemblance to our American Thanksgiving holiday: parades, feasts, and family abundant. 

These two have the best seats in the house for the parade

Confetti cannons are released from all of the bystanders when the lion dance begins

Colors of the Weekend

I barely got any sleep this past weekend, but for a pretty good reason. My neighborhood is predominantly West Indian in heritage, many residents being first- and second-generation immigrants, and Labor Day weekend coincides with the West Indian Parade (and neighborhood-wide festivities). So many brilliant flags, wonderful people, music at all hours of the day & night, and delicious food - this basically sums up an exciting and colorful weekend that I have always looked forward to since I moved to Brooklyn 3 summers ago.