Don’t bicycle alone, bring a friend! Not really. More like: We love that you are healthy and bicyling. Now get off the sidewalk!
Swim into this crevasse, to enter in the afternoon to another part of the world, wafting with sweet cardamom and fennel bread just in time for afternoon tea. Where am I? From one end of the city to another, this wormhole like brick tunnel will take you home.
Really. I mean it. Not kidding. Thank goodness my “tall enough this year” son was with me.
Every rustic building should have a fantastical portal or just a cool ass shortcut built into it, to get to the next street. But does your building have a dome-like semi-circle through it?
For 30 uses maybe. Use it till the very end I say.
Timing is everything. This! (follow the fabulous arrow) popped out of the laundry, while I was stuffing it full of dirty laundry, BEFORE I started it. .
Like paper the pedals and this flower look as if they were an origami. And all I just want to do is eat them up for dessert and write about their bubble gum gelato taste in a foody gazzette. This summer I entered a perennial bliss, not having planted much of anything, just amazed it…
These are the tears of joy when my husband brings home the gyoza dumplings. .
Love this photo! My friend let me take a photo of her hand. This photo reminds me of how different our cultures are but how good that is. How fortunate am I to work with amazing, brilliant and compasionate folks, an inclusive group, and overall good people. It makes the difference of whether I am…
She sat on my lap for four hours. Without batting an eye, she had no iPhone, only her feline thoughts, and I, with my mind racing, in a non-meditative, implusive quick-reading mode, fielded dozens of magazine headline and short stories from the top news sites. I tend to read most violently the minute my son has…
Where am I? Smell of lavender, fish, herb, spring tulips, and fresh fruits and vegetables.
Here I woke up, starring at the sea of a blue and green sky, hearing the birds tweeting, “Good morning to you, Sunshine!” on a sweltering sunny day in the northwest mountains. I took the photo a few seconds before my claustrophobia hit hard, as it usually does when I realize I am in a…
When you find a great team to work with, the days in the fish bowl seem to swim by. ..
Beauty and choice are in the eye of the beholder. Sometimes a penguin looks better with a Seahawks football helmet. Who am I to argue. Here are some elaborate choices in a fourth grade winter holiday decorating session.