We were at the Santa Monica pier last week, at the carousel for a party celebrating a new book from Angel City Press about the history of the pier. (It's 100 years old.) Joan Baez, who once lived in the apartments above the carousel, was there, sang some songs for the crowd.

I shot some pretty good photos of guests riding the carousel. And then there was this one. There's something about the fuzzy, spinning, off-kilter feel of it that channels the symptoms of this awful cold. Misery loves company and I had to share.