at this table

 

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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 under it.
It is here that children are given instructions on what it means to be human. We make men at it, we make women.
At this table we gossip, recall enemies and the ghosts of lovers.
Our dreams drink coffee with us as they put their arms around our children. They laugh with us at our poor falling-down selves and as we put ourselves back together once again at the table.
This table has been a house in the rain, an umbrella in the sun.
Wars have begun and ended at this table. It is a place to hide in the shadow of terror. A place to celebrate the terrible victory.
We have given birth on this table, and have prepared our parents for burial here.
At this table we sing with joy, with sorrow. We pray of suffering and remorse. We give thanks.
Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.

a lot of history on this table
every scratch and water stain has its own story

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change

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But start slowly, because direction is more important than speed.
Sit in another chair, on the other side of the table.
Later on, change tables.
When you go out, try to walk on the other side of the street. Then change your route, walk calmly down other streets, observing closely the places you pass by.
Take other buses. Change your wardrobe for a while; give away your old shoes and try to walk barefoot for a few days – even if only at home.
Take off a whole afternoon to stroll about freely, listening to the birds or the noise of the cars.
Open and shut the drawers and doors with your left hand.
Sleep on the other side of the bed. Then try sleeping in other beds.
Watch other TV programs, read other books, live other romances – even of only in your imagination.
Sleep until later. Go to bed earlier.
Learn a new word a day.
Eat a little less, eat a little more, eat differently; choose new seasonings, new colors,
things you have never dared to experiment.
Lunch in other places, go to other restaurants, order another kind of drink
and buy bread at another bakery.
Lunch earlier, have dinner later, or vice-versa.
Try something new every day: a new side, a new method, a new flavor,
a new way, a new pleasure, a new position.
Pick another market, another make of soap, another toothpaste.
Take a bath at different times of the day.
Use pens with different colors.
Go and visit other places.
Love more and more and in different ways. Even when you think that the other will be frightened, suggest what you have always dreamed about doing when you make love.
Change your bag, your wallet, your suitcases, buy new glasses, write other poems.
Open an account in another bank, go to other cinemas, other hairdressers,
other theaters, visit new museums.
Change. And think seriously of finding another job, another activity,
work that is more like what you expect from life, more dignified, more human.
If you cannot find reasons to be free, invent them: be creative.
And grab the chance to take a long, enjoyable trip – preferably without any destination.
Try new things. Change again. Make another change. Experiment something else.
You will certainly know better things and worse things than those you already know, but that does not matter. What matters most is change, movement, dynamism, energy.
Only what is dead does not change – and you are alive.

~ Clarice Lispector

Changes are happening here, some doors are opening
I’m taking my seat on the other side of the table.

ordinary life

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“I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was.”  

~ Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children 

apple fest

with a few pumpkins here and there..

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“Surely the apple is the noblest of fruits.” ~ Henry David Thoreau

swinging by..

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to say hello.

My house will soon be filled with family and friends as we get ready for our annual reunion and Independence Day celebration.  Crazy and a bit chaotic, but I will love every minute of it.

Busy with projects and thinking about the possibility of a new venture. I was recently contacted by the editor of an online magazine and invited to join their team as a regular contributor. Run out of NYC, this site features a cornucopia of topics from world news, tech and science, to lifestyle, entertainment and the arts…and of course, that includes photography. So, given that my mantra for 2016 is “just do!” I think I’m going to give it a go.

And speaking of “just do,” Carol MacGregor (Happy Gatherings Photography) and I finished up our shoot at the beautiful Bradley Estate in Canton, Massachusetts last week. We had gorgeous weather and what a treat it was to spend the day at this magnificent place…I didn’t want to leave. We are currently working on some editing and putting together some still life images. Hope to have a post up after the 4th of July.

Until then, here’s a little peek, as we were wrapping up the day.

A little dazed after hours of shooting, but happy.

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Happy weekend, everyone and since I will not be able to post next week, I want to wish all those who celebrate, a safe and happy Independence Day!