a cup of hand-brewed, fresh and sweet memories
Joe Cocker - With a little help from my friends
Behind the two-dimensional images of our photos often lie entire stories from our lives…
And this snapshot once again confirms that rule.
On one hand, I took this photo during a recent trip to the countryside with friends. Over the past couple of years, due to the widespread chaos on the streets caused by so-called “state services” (doesn’t the word “serve” imply protecting and helping citizens for the state?..), we haven’t gathered for outdoor getaways as often. To be precise, I’d never joined my friends’ celebrations before, fearing encounters with “people hunters”… Or rather, my wife always worries about my safety, and anything beyond 10–20 kilometers from the city remains off-limits…
But this time, everything aligned perfectly for me! A friend rented a house practically within the city limits to celebrate his birthday. With our birthdays less than a month apart, I immediately suggested a joint celebration when I heard about the location.
Everything worked out so well that my wife had no arguments left against the idea. And in the end, it turned into a warm, heartfelt gathering, filling everyone’s inner world with new memories and my gallery with fresh photos…
As for the photo itself, it captures part of a morning ritual we reenact almost every day at the office. We have a full manual coffee-brewing kit there. We brought it along on the trip, and that morning, we enjoyed what might have been the best coffee in the past year. But above all, we filled the “cups” of our memories with fresh, vivid moments — just like the coffee cup in the picture.
...next time I'll try to make a story about my relationships with coffee...
a cup of hand-brewed, fresh and sweet memories
Joe Cocker - With a little help from my friends
Behind the two-dimensional images of our photos often lie entire stories from our lives…
And this snapshot once again confirms that rule.
On one hand, I took this photo during a recent trip to the countryside with friends. Over the past couple of years, due to the widespread chaos on the streets caused by so-called “state services” (doesn’t the word “serve” imply protecting and helping citizens for the state?..), we haven’t gathered for outdoor getaways as often. To be precise, I’d never joined my friends’ celebrations before, fearing encounters with “people hunters”… Or rather, my wife always worries about my safety, and anything beyond 10–20 kilometers from the city remains off-limits…
But this time, everything aligned perfectly for me! A friend rented a house practically within the city limits to celebrate his birthday. With our birthdays less than a month apart, I immediately suggested a joint celebration when I heard about the location.
Everything worked out so well that my wife had no arguments left against the idea. And in the end, it turned into a warm, heartfelt gathering, filling everyone’s inner world with new memories and my gallery with fresh photos…
As for the photo itself, it captures part of a morning ritual we reenact almost every day at the office. We have a full manual coffee-brewing kit there. We brought it along on the trip, and that morning, we enjoyed what might have been the best coffee in the past year. But above all, we filled the “cups” of our memories with fresh, vivid moments — just like the coffee cup in the picture.
...next time I'll try to make a story about my relationships with coffee...