Let’s be thankful it is almost over, unendurable politicking here.
We do have a couple of minor items left to deal with
But I’m not much for politicians of any stripe so to me it was mostly a shrug.
So let’s see your photographic take on the year almost past. Memories, good or bad, expectations exceeded, met, or missed, happy meetings, sad departures, as long as they are pictorial we will consider them for Boadicea’s 2012 Album. Closing December 18 midnight someplace, that will leave plenty of time to charge the camera batteries for Christmas.
Boadicea's Chariot 
Nice one LW. I will make an effort and will submit a few.
Interesting, LW. Lovely photo.
I will attempt to take part without involving my family, friends or myself, photographically speaking. I am most reluctant to do so, but I’m sure I can come up with something.
LW, I’m intrigued by your shrug pic. Who is/are ‘Joan Catherine’ and do you always drive no hands?
Janus: “Joan Catherine” were my late mothers given names. She was a relatively slow moving, larger, reliable, older lady with a few surprising idiosyncrasies, just like the boat.
Re No hands: The autopilot was on, the first mate was forward lookout, just visible in the portside seat (left) . I was keeping a careful stern watch as my neighbour was roaring up upon us (it’s her picture).
A walk along the Thames last year. A break from watching the Olympics and a reminder that regarding the rowing events in 1948; only seven events apparently, were held over the Henley Royal Regatta course. A dear friend who died a couple of years ago won a Gold Medal that year.
I perhaps should explain that this notice is not actually nailed to the plastic boat, although it does look as though it is!
Oops, and it was summer this year. How time flies!
LW. good evening.
Another London 2012 photo for which I do not apologise. From the moment that they awarded us the Games, I felt nothing but pride. Others may have chosen to smear or sneer or jeer. I cheered.
I was not wrong.The day after Sir Chris won his first Gold of 2012, I was driving up the Mound. Thrumming at the foot of Hanover Street and waiting for the lights to change, I glanced left, grabbed the camera and took the picture. Did not even know that that was where his first golden pillar of our golden year had been painted until I was passing it. It made my day.
a contribution or two to the competition:
https://charioteers.org/2012/12/12/event-of-the-year-for-photo-competition/
I shall be glad when 2012 is over really – it’s not been a good year in all honesty. Firstly some bastard laced the hillside with paraquat and poisoned poor Fogo
Then, in July, we had the devastating forest fires that took out thousands of hectares of land, destroyed many livelihoods and made some people homeless. This photograph is the sky above one of The Cave’s chimneys taken at noon would you believe at the height of the conflagration.
2013? Bring it on.
OZ