When the greatest challenge in your day is pulling silk from the kernels of corn you’ll transform into a vegetable sautee, it’s a damn fine day.
You are not good with math, a little funny, close to your weight goal, almost there, pretty when you smile, a work in progress, runner-up, sort of shy, procrastinating, just a girl, better when no one’s watching, the last one chosen, overthinking it, ambitious, average, a slow reader, just not his type, quiet at parties, too loud, emotional, lacking stamina, too dark, in need of some color, a little damaged enough.
Sometimes you cross paths with a personality that is as large as the moon. When I took the foto of these flowers, I had no idea how or if I’d use the picture, but it came to me yesterday after looking through my image gallery, I should give this foto to my dear friend Meg. She’s bright, glittery, and always the most interesting person in the room.
First official post for my #blackgirlinbeanboots foto-blog series. And my first time deliberately taking fotos at sunset of the setting sun. So, what do you find on the waterfront at dusk? A whole buncha fotographers (and one painter with canvas) training lens and tripod to the horizon. And there I was, three big flowers, six glitter letters to spell out the word autumn, and my little wristlet camera. Quickly, I’m arranging my shit, hoping something will inspire, nothing. I look… Keep Reading
Happy first day of autumn!
When he walks inside after his early morning walk with bright fallen leaves spilling over his hand because he knows how much you love autumn, you steep English Breakfast and listen to the music of horns signaling lobster boats in the distance.
After the first day of classes, I took my daughter to the orchard. This is our new tradition — culling together good eats from the local farms at the start of the school sessions. We discovered the orchard last summer after she moved into the dorms. She was uneasy: some of her textbooks were on backorder, there was a class she wanted to drop for another, and she had to prepare for a TA role. So I scooped her up… Keep Reading
I walk by the Wiilams-Sonoma display window advertising spring pastel crockery and immediately I say to myself, “yes, it would be nice to have a saffron yellow soup tureen or a Dutch oven in lilac or a set of plates with the stencil of a daisy-sniffing rabbit on them. Why not? What human being wouldn’t want to have this? I mean, really, I have an indigo blue soup tureen and I have plates with flowers on them, but nary a… Keep Reading