bits and pieces

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lobsterglistening on the trail

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Collage

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Summer 2016

(and it’s not over just yet)

“You must know that there is nothing higher and stronger and more wholesome and good for life in the future than some good memory, especially a memory of childhood, of home. People talk to you a great deal about your education, but some good, sacred memory, preserved from childhood, is perhaps the best education. If a man carries many such memories with him into life, he is safe to the end of his days, and if one has only one good memory left in one’s heart, even that may sometime be the means of saving us.”
~ Fyodor Dostoevsky

Island Escape (summer memories by the sea)

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biri 5

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biri 4

biri 6

biri 2

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over the bluffs

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biri 3

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beach cabanas

one last look at summer

Block Island, Rhode Island

around the kitchen table

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blue morning

pumpkin donut muffins

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.

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This poem really got me thinking just how much life goes on around a kitchen table…some of my fondest memories growing up in my parent’s kitchen and now here in my own home. I’ve been trying to think of a photo project to work on this year and I think this just may be it – “Around the Kitchen Table” With fall coming on and the days getting shorter (and colder), I think this could be fun.

And another photo project just came my way over the weekend. I’ve been invited to be a regular contributor on one of my favorite photography sites – MONOCHROMIA. I’m very excited to be part of this fantastic team of photographers and look forward to learning a lot from them. I will be posting over there every Sunday and I hope you will stop by and say hello!

And lastly, if you would like the recipe for the delicious Pumpkin Donut Muffins here on my kitchen table, click HERE