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In this kitchen we have a bar table and two seats, an induction stove and upper cabinets with no handles. A black fridgerator gives a nice counterbalance for the white surfaces.
2707 St George St, Port Moody, BC.
This was my parents and my family home for 45 years. Beautiful house, with a lot of character. It was sadly ripped down to build build two "skinny houses, with lane houses".
ODC-The Colour Blue
Smile On Saturday-Spices & Condiments
Just a few of the many things I use in my kitchen. I love the Portrait feature on my iPhone!
The Modular Kitchen features 32 pieces to create your own modern dream kitchen! Mix and match the many cabinets, appliances, and more to perfectly fit your space.
-Available in 5 colors. Each color comes with a HUD to change the hardware to gold, silver, or black.
-Adult or PG animation boxes are included that you can place on any spot in the kitchen.
Marketplace: tinyurl.com/FDKitchen
Main-store: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Fancy%20Decor/124/174/29
Growing up my mom always had this type of string in our kitchen. So, I too have a ball of kitchen string in my kitchen.
My kitchen.
Where i enjoy cooking sometimes, but avoid like plague at other times.
Where i create food, sometimes palatable, sometimes completely inedible.
Where i think of my family in India the most.
Where the prospect of cleaning up afterwards takes over the joy of cooking itself.
I never knew kitchens could be this cathartic. ;)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=n9yGrbAfCtA - Syndrome - Ellis Marsalis
"There's always something beautiful to be experienced wherever you are. Right now, look around you and select beauty as your focus." - Dr. Wayne W. Dyer
This was not intended to be a still life. It was not consciously set up as such. Come home from shopping, take fruit out of bag, put fruit in the bowl. What doesn't fit, just lay it on the counter. Saw the flowers walking in with the groceries. Narcissists. Pick some, bring them in, find a glass container, stick them in. Simply so, as it adds life to the kitchen.
It starts getting dark, so turn on some light; in this case the desk lamp temporarily sitting on the counter because the electrician is busy, and the overhead lights recessed in the ceiling aren't working at the moment.
And... Oh.
Good old Dr. Wayne may not have been speaking strictly about things physical or visual at that moment, but I'll take it there.
As such, I suppose this beauty everywhere, anywhere, anytime is an experience that many artists (especially visual artists) are fortunate to have as a possibility each day of their lives. See the Beauty. Select it. Acknowledge it. Regardless of circumstances.
Perhaps it is by temperament, perhaps it is by training and practice, either way, it feels as if visual artists have a bit of a leg up in this respect.
Of course, visual artists are not alone in this. Many children have the ability, but it gets drummed out of them by adults, society, our education system.
"Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up." - Picasso
I think the ability to see beauty at any moment remains within us, even if you now feel yourself to be an artistically or creatively stunted adult. I believe it is recoverable - that it never goes away - if you desire to recover it.
And THAT is the issue. YOU must DESIRE to see the beauty. To see with the child's eyes you used to have, with no "ifs, ands, yeah buts" or "what abouts." You have to decide that it is possible for YOU (something so many deny themselves - that possibility for THEMSELVES).
And then, start seeing, start noticing, start selecting.
"YEAH but, what is beauty?" (Classic "yeah but, what about" joy killer question. I hate that.)
Get a group of ten, four year-olds. Take them outside into the yard, or leave them in the house even. Ask them, simply, "find something beautiful or pretty and bring it to me."
"Ten different people bring ten different colors." - Japanese Proverb
Yeah. That's it. Do what they just did. Be four.
This is the kitchen in my grandmother's home. It has changed very little in my lifetime or since it was built in 1947 for that matter.
So much of my life centers around this very spot where I stood to take this picture. Early mornings when my grandmother would send me off to school with a hearty breakfast of pancakes and sausage. Evenings coming home exhausted from track practice to the welcoming smells of home cooking. Helping grandma wash dishes while we discussed the day's issues. Summers with friends tracking dripping water across the floor in our wet swimsuits as we dashed in to grab a popsicle. Preparing bedtime snacks with grandpa. He would smile and pat me on the head. Late night talks with my uncles over hamburgers. Countless family gatherings with more people crammed into this small space than you could imagine. Happy greetings. Hugs and long goodbyes (just to the left of the window is the door out to the driveway).
If these old walls,
If these old walls could speak
Of the things that they remember well,
Stories and faces dearly held
make pizza rolls, Dortmunder Weihnachtsmarkt
Dortmund, NRW, Germany
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This is how the kitchen turned out. Our cleaning lady has recently said she was looking forward to every Friday when she could spend a couple of hours in our place :)
A quiet farm place with an open door on an unused barn and several chickens clucking their approval frame the sight seen from the house. My father ruled the outdoors on our farm but my mother from the vantage point of our kitchen window kept tabs on 8 hyper children and often remarked to us how she had watched us while we were outside. Looking back, that assurance brought a sense of security.
Young novices in the kitchen of monastery Muli in the province Yunnan - Eastern Tibet.
Captured with a Leica M6, 2,0/50mm lens and Ilford Delta 400, Nikon Coolscan 8000.
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It's our spot. Right in the corner, next to the kitchen sink. It's where we come together to talk about our day, and refocus, and let go of distractions. It's where we wrap each other up, and where I get to squeeze her sexy buns. We might end up anywhere, doing whatever...but we usually start right here, with kitchen kisses.
*Reposted with permission from Morgan Monroe.
Well I was in the kitchen and definitely an old queen! Mind you, being called princess is nice too!
And a question for people who follow my photos. Is it best to upload these and other pics individually like this or batch them into twos and threes? Over to you.....
Yes Valentine's Day '05 seven course meal prepared on this tiny stove. Chef Jon works up wonders in this magic kitchen.
Yum- yums!!!
a second one from the serie
making of, in French - www.focus-grenoble.fr/technique/makingof-bouteille-pression/
Just a random test shot I took after carefully switching lenses in preparation for something I wish to do tomorrow. I like the little bit of illumination you can see from the microwave light.
ISO: 200
F-stop: f/11
Exposure: 1/10
Though I never watch the show but I find the meme about the show are quite funny and I think it fits well to accompany this build :)
My 12th build from 31 builds that I plan to post everyday for HARDnuary 2015 building challenge.
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