‘Graceful as an elephant,’ Dad muttered as I tripped for the third time.
I sat on the pavement, examining the fresh graze on my knee, blood like red pearls on scuffed skin. I’d grazed the toes of my new shoes too, roughened leather showing pale against the chestnut brown polish. I could have cried, but refused to let myself.
Dad had gone up ahead, past the grocer’s cart with its hillock of crinkling Granny Smith’s, past the chemist with its giant bottles of jewell coloured liquids, copperplate brass plaques declaring Elix. Cardammomi co, Elix. Carnis et Ferri.
He turned back to see where I was, spun smoothly on his heel, his jacket flaring, his arms raised slightly, as if ready to dance. He kept on walking, one step, two, down the curb onto Old Farm Road. He was frowning, eyes searching the air above my head.
A horn sounded. A thud. The pages of…
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This is one of those shots I just saw while in a café in Belgium this past weekend The light was just right streaming through a large window on an overcast day.if you look you’ll see all the texture is there in this ladies skin. As I said I have no idea what to call the shot. It just fascinates me and, I hope it does the same for you dear viewer.
Exposure was handheld at 1/80th at f3.2, ISO 200
Nikon 24-70 f2.8 at 70mm
pp in Silver eFex pro2.
There is no doubt that winter is the most fashionable season. We have a variety of pieces and combinations, from basic tones to bright and strong ones. Agreed?
But today let’s talk about one of the accessories that is a symbol of this season. Timeless and super versatile, it gives a modern and cool touch to everywhere you go. Our FK’s will inspire you to match new looks in different ways!
We’ve selected what we love, and each child is part of a unique context created to make our page more beautiful and generate a content that is rich in fashion and love!
Scarfs are our best friends during winter. Take it and use it freely as it’s an accessory that will make a difference in the eyes of those who like this child’s universe!
Here is the final day of “Three quotes for three days challenge”. Guys how was that? Did you enjoyed and leaned lesson from these quotes? I’m really looking for your feedback.
The quote of the day is
“I once cried because I had no shoes to play football with my friends, but one day I saw a man who had no feet, and I realized how rich I am.”
I love this quote that’s why I always believe that you should be grateful for everything you have.It’s the only formula which can make you happy and satisfied.
Lovers by Felix Nussbaum
‘Hurry,’ whispered Con.
His breath was warm in the cold air, salted with Scotch, his whiskers brushed her cheek, a spider’s leg tickle that made her itch.
‘I dont understand why now. And why the oast house?’ Her voice was a child’s whine, tired and tetchy from a day at play. She hated it.
‘We don’t decide the where and why, Sian. They tell us and we jump.’
His arm pressed her tight to his side, as if he was afraid she’d stumble on the cobbles – or run.
Then the brewery was ahead of them – gate thrown back wide on sagging hinges – and the air grew thick with the green scent of hops, of woodsmoke, of bricks baked to rock by years in the kiln. Sian suddenly wanted home and the fire and Ma darning socks, eyes straining in the light of a single oil lamp.
A figure emerged from the…
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For this week’s post I’m indebted to watercolour artist David Harmer. David was recently inspired to take on a most unlikely watercolour challenge – to paint theMaunsell Sea Forts, named after their designer Guy Maunsell, in the Thames Estuary. These amazing structures were built during the second world war with the primary aim of defending the country from air attack, especially by bombers that would use the Thames estuary as a means of navigation to reach London.
Each fort comprised of seven structures that were linked by walkways. Built in harbours, they were sailed into place on concrete barges that were then sunk onto the sea bed. They are now derelict hulks, visual curiosities that remind us of the terrors of our not too distant history.
After taking a boat trip out to see the forts, David took it upon himself to tackle this subject in watercolour. Almost…
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I found my favorite notebook—a red Moleskine, narrow-ruled, hardback—at the Harvard Book Store while on vacation. I liked its bold color. Someone had bent the front cover, giving it a well-worn look and earning me a 10% discount from the kind bookseller. I felt relief. My anxious handwriting and endless to-do lists would not be the first things to mar my new notebook. Someone had already done me that courtesy. Now there was nothing to fret about; I could write in peace.
1. “Why Startups Love Moleskines.” (David Sax, The New Yorker, June 2015)
Distraction-free, tried-and-true: the notebook remains, even in the tech-saturated realm of Silicon Valley.
The notion that non-digital goods and ideas have become more valuable would seem to cut against the narrative of disruption-worshipping techno-utopianism coming out of Silicon Valley and other startup hubs, but, in fact, it simply shows that technological evolution isn’t linear. We may eagerly adopt new…
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Atlanta chef and culinary teacher Tim Patridge says there is a difference between reunion and funeral chicken. Reunion chicken, he explains, is fried fast and hot, in a hurry to get to the park and the party. It has a crust that is consequently crisper than the more tender crust of funeral chicken. Funeral chicken is fried slowly. Reluctant for the day to progress, the cook takes her time, turning the burner lower, braising as well as frying. As she stands at the stove, turning the pieces, raising and lowering the heat, she is lost in the act of remembering the person who has gone before. That memory, Tim suggests, may also flavor funeral chicken.