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, I'm so happy, you left the yolks in today. That makes it a yellow day. Yellow days are good. They are cheerful and bright, even when the sky is gray. And you must admit that your eggs taste better too with all that happy yellow inside. Too bad I can only eat one.
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Oh, I'm so happy, you left the yolks in today. That makes it a yellow day. Yellow days are good. They are cheerful and bright, even when the sky is gray. And you must admit that your eggs taste better too with all that happy yellow inside. Too bad I can only eat one.
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