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Preparing mushrooms for dinner.
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A large kitchen with big windows, wide counters and a nice pantry made this a delightful place to cook long ago.
This is the kitchen area of a very quaint little diner in Wichita, Kansas called the Old Mill Tasty Shop.
Bella had been exploring, almost a year ago. She hasn’t done this pose for ages now, as she’s much more agile & also more confident. When she wants to know what’s happening, she just takes a flying leap to find out! Happy Caturday.
Fifty years ago, I spent slightly less than a year selling cameras in Kitchener (not far from Toronto). It's Mennonite country. I would buy their produce in the summer, and watch their horses-and-buggies on the country roads and think it all so antiquated... and now, these city cars and buses look ancient to me!
It must have been one of my days off. I remember trudging through the slush and snow, snapping away at anything that caught my eye. This downtown street corner scene captures the feel of it, I think, looking at the faces.
At the time I was still finding my way in photography; still am, but at least my direction has been clear for a long time. In the 1970s I did a lot of street photography, slices of urban life. I made it out to Vancouver full time before the next winter. I was still two years away from "discovering" that there were trails in the mountains and that I loved backpacking into wilderness. I think and hope that I still carry the lessons of my pre-nature photography days. At the very least, I was discovering how I didn't want to live. Fortunately, the compulsion to record everything has remained a constant.
Photographed on King Street in Kitchener, Ontario (Canada); scanned from the original Tri-X negative. Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©1972 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
Where it all comes together...
(Nice veggie/tomato soup brewing in that little slow cooker for tonight...)
2019P52 - Home sweet home
Saturday Self-Challenge -New Year's resolution .I don't make any real resolutions but had to do one for this challenge I really like cooking, but I always go back to my trusted recepies. This year I aim to try more new things
Flickr Lounge weekly theme - resolutions
My Aide, Heather, captured these kitchen orchid photos with her Galaxy S20 Ultra 5G cellphone. I did a bit of editing in Apple’s Photos editor.
My kitchen looked pretty with the afternoon light streaming in, so I took a picture of it.
Also, I´m so glad it´s Friday. Have a very happy weekend!
Our kitchen counter is composed of quartz stones in an epoxy resin.
This photo is a composite of 9 stacked images. The lighting is from the overhead kitchen LED daylight equivalent lights.
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!
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. ;)
The old kitchen in Laufás museum. My last photo was from the "new" kitchen and I was asked how the old one was. Here is a photo from the old kithcen. From the Laufás museum, Eyjafjörður north Iceland 2015.
Taking photos of a kitchen sink is more fun then doing the dishes. ;-)
The photo was taken for the Weekly Alphabet Group and the letter "K"
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
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.
“I'm certain that most couples expect to find intimacy in marriage, but it somehow eludes them.”
~ Dr. James C. Dobson
...some funny kitchen utensils my mom has. I had them pose for a portrait together...
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.