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.
I feel like being very critical today to all the drivel I read on all the blogs I visit, but not all of them deserve it. Yours certainly doesn't. You can't be critical of poached eggs. I visit artists' blogs and wonder why it's called art? I do protest.
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I feel like being very critical today to all the drivel I read on all the blogs I visit, but not all of them deserve it. Yours certainly doesn't. You can't be critical of poached eggs. I visit artists' blogs and wonder why it's called art? I do protest.
I had a wonderful professor who said that art should be beautiful and stir emotions.
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