Irene wanted me to write a blog, but I thought I'd try this for a year instead.
Years later, in 2011, I realize that the above no longer makes sense, since I have stopped photographing breakfast and instead occasionally put down random thoughts. These days I photograph our granddaughter's lovely face, paint for fun, knit and teach knitting at an after-school program for girls, and read. Life is good, if a bit slow, but then, so am I.
Oh no Laura, no eggs! You didn't have a proper breakfast! What's to become of you now? On a wooden tray no less. How stark and barren. I weep for thee.
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Oh no Laura, no eggs! You didn't have a proper breakfast! What's to become of you now? On a wooden tray no less. How stark and barren. I weep for thee.
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