At the Sunrise Café...

... you can talk about whatever you want.

New Year's dawn.

7:33:  7:40:   7:46: Open thread in the comments. Write about whatever you want.

Big overnight snow storm.

How it looked from our window at 6:58 a.m.:

At the Sunrise Cafe

... you can talk about whatever you want.

Sunrise with snow.

At the Sunday Night Café...

 ... you can talk about whatever you want.

Wild ice morning.

At the Christmas Café...

 ... you can write about whatever you want. And I hope you got whatever you wanted.  ADDED: These are photographs that I originally blogged in 2006, in "Things made by children for Christmas long ago." The objects, which I still have, were made more than 60 years ago. I see that in the comments here and back in 2006, someone asks if my name is really Jo Ann. No. Jo Ann was a doll's name — and I

At the Christmas Eve Café...

... you can talk about anything you want.

At the Sunrise Café...

 ... you can write about whatever you want.

At the Sunrise Café...

... you can talk about whatever you like.

3 hours and 24 minutes after the solstice....

 ... the darkness had resolved into this.

At the Saturday Night Café...

... you can write about whatever you want.

Gentle morning.

Freezing up.

At the Sunrise Café...

...you can talk about whatever you like.

At the Sunrise Café...

 ... you can talk about whatever you want. And please think of supporting this blog by doing your shopping through the Althouse portal to Amazon, which is always right there in the sidebar. Thanks!

At the Snow Forest Café...

... you can talk about whatever you want.

At the Frosted Trees Café...

... you can talk all night. AND: I changed the time on this post to put it on top of the William Barr post. I like the open thread closing the day.