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.
You posted this while I was on line. We were only separated by distance. Spiritually we were connected through your eggs and your coffee and your juice. How's that for something special?
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You posted this while I was on line. We were only separated by distance. Spiritually we were connected through your eggs and your coffee and your juice. How's that for something special?
Wish you were here for breakfast in real life!
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