My father, dressed as Santa. I drove him around yesterday as he carried out his usual December 24 rounds, visiting the children of friends. This was taken at dusk in Bowring Park. where he handed out treats to strangers who approached him for pictures, handshakes and glad tidings.
Breaking character: Angela cracks up at something I say. I was probably trying to offer insightful artistic direction but more likely was stammering my way through something like, “Um, do you think you could maybe hike that up just a little more? Yup, good. Thanks.”