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My daughter (and helper-me) cooked it for yesterday's lunch.
This is one of her winter vacation homework.
Gratin, Salad (Green salad and potato salad with boiled egg) and bread.
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I am constantly discovering, realizing, and finding the cause of my ignorance.
I am also constantly changing. What I know or capable of a couple months ago might not be the same now, that's what growing feels like I guess.
This week the growth was more tangible, more painful. My ideas and my ability to execute it shows the gap of my inadequacy much more clearer than before. But maybe the gap grows because we're constantly moving forward and thus have broadened our horizon further expanding our creative capabilities. Every time I feel this gap with such clarity I would remind myself that this is what growth feels like, that I need to take another step forward with my storytelling.
I have a really hard time executing my moon food series this week. I went through a lot of disappointments with my work. I never looked at an image and feel so much hate. Hate for failing to show the story I wanted to tell. It's funny that good taste helps us understand how bad we are, how ineffectively we are in telling our story or engaging with our audience. But disappointment serves as a motivation, self-awareness on how to do better the next time.
And I want to thank you. Thank you for the constant understanding that I am using this space for my need to grow.
p.s. Catch up with you late late tomorrow! ❤️ Stay safe.
We're trying to get Izzy used to going into the garden. She's happy to go as far as the edge of the terrace (not far) and on the garden table, but not much further at the moment.
Thank you for your favourites. :O)
A wintery view out the window of our cottage on Lake Whatever. Actually, there is no Lake Whatever, and we don't have a cottage on it. lol Just a dream. This is on the deck in our back yard, using my prop window-the one I forgot to take to the beach. lol It has appeared in a lot of photos in the past. Sometimes it can be a pane working with windows. They're so emotional. One minute they're up, the next, they're down, but they tend to be very open about their feelings.
When I toook this capture Fynn was sitting on a table under the roof window in my bedroom and enjoyed a few moments of sunshine. The winter sun fell on him like a spotlight and brightened up his eyes whereas the room behind him appeared almost black.
This is actually the very first instalment that was written. When I first saw the "Fiddler", he had long shaggy hair, though, if you have seen a recent photo of him, you know that his hair is presently close cropped. Remember, this is a "tribute", not a factual account. It is about the impression he, and his music had on me. As with the other poems, this is a simple song.
2 The Fiddler: Chapter 2, Being The First
He sits on the sidewalk
Clothes dirty and torn
You look in his eyes
And they’re weary and worn
There’s a story, in those eyes
His hair’s shaggy and long
It’s scarce seen a brush
The crowd all around him
Is in such a rush
They don’t see him, sitting there
Then he closes his eyes
And a song starts to form
In the clouds, of his mind.
Like a rising storm.
You look at his hands
They’re cracked and they’re cold
He reaches beside him
And picks up the old
Faded fiddle, at his side
His face seems to change
As his music plays on
The strings start to sing
It's a beautiful song
And it takes you, far away
Then he closes his eyes
As you watch his bow glide
In a dance sweet and slow
And you hear a sound- like heaven
As you close your eyes
You’re taken away
To a place that exists each and every day
But, only in your dreams
He sits on the sidewalk
Where his music is life
The world disappears
Gone the pain, gone the night
As a tear slips, down his cheek
A single tear falls...silently.
“But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin.”
― Mitch Albom, For One More Day
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My mother, little sister and I, ,making a memories, when I was around 5 years old...
(... Just taking a trip back in time .. and making some great vibes with my favorite writer and poet, too - my inspiration always, Mika Antić
Those moments. )
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When life hands you a lemon, say, "Oh yeah, I like lemons. What else ya got?"
"Henry Rollins"
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On The TABLE is the topic for Wed. July 18. 2012
(Read to the end.)
Bow- Check
Wooden Ornament- Check
Brick- Check
Twine- Check
Old Crate- Check
Christmas Tree- Check
Camera- Czech
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't Haags Torentaartje is made up of a rich cookie dough base with almond paste and a delicious creamy Haagse Hopjes mousse. Inside, a core of cherry compote as a fresh counterpart. The Torentaartje has a glazed top with a coffee-caramel taste.
Famers are busy now (When aren't they?) and this field stood out this morning. I had to return to see if I could do it justice.
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For Our Daily Challenge - On the Table - where farmers' hard work puts our food.
For Kim Klassen's Texture Tuesday www.kimklassencafe.com/thecafe/tag/texture-tuesday
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Textures - Kim Klassen 1) Sunday (soft light @ 60%) 2) Elevate (multiply @ 60%)