at this table

  Perhaps the World Ends Here ~ Joy Harjo The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live. The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation, and it will go on. We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe at the corners. They scrape their knees…


  On a warm, sunny Sunday afternoon in the North End Boston, Massachusetts

to all who celebrate..

and a wonderful rest of the week for everyone! As always, thank you for your visits.

coffee talk

strolling, shooting, shopping and coffee with a good friend and fellow photographer, in an outdoor cafe.  a perfect way to end the week. Cheers to a lovely weekend, friends!

morning has broken

mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning ~Eleanor Farjeon on this, the last day of August