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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.
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. ;)
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"
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.
We rented a motorbike in Bukittinggi and discovered the neighbour as far as the picturesque Harau Valley. What we liked most was the landscape with the agricultural fields and the people we met.
Bukittinggiben motort béreltünk, és felfedeztük a környéket egészen a festői Harau-völgyig. A legjobban a táj tetszett a különböző földekkel és az emberek, akikkel út közben találkoztunk.
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.
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.
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".
I'm reviewing this years shots and adding my favorites to my portfolio. There is no need to comment. Happy holidays to all.
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.
Yes Valentine's Day '05 seven course meal prepared on this tiny stove. Chef Jon works up wonders in this magic kitchen.
Yum- yums!!!
This is where I spend most of my days preparing meals and hanging out with family and friends...
Our kitchen and living area is an open concept to all rooms...
***Explored***
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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