I’ll admit it. When I dragged my little family downtown Minneapolis this afternoon, I had an ulterior motive in mind. Sure, I thought it would be nice to have the boys with me when I went to get my haircut (my stylist friend had been wanting to meet the little man for ages). But I also thought, hey, we could stick around for that Holidazzle biz-nass…even though I’ve mocked it for years. It’s brazenly commercial and garish, but suddenly I had to see it for myself. All those years working downtown, on the very street of the parade route, and not once did I pop down to check it out. Besides, I knew the little man would dig it…and he did. So while the husband was hating me, I snapped off some photos from the safety of the skyway. Inspired by Chuck’s magical living room, I bring you a blurry Holidazzle gallery full of trippy light trails.
