easy ex/im/plication
Sunday, October 15, 2006
I guess I find everything satisfying...?
Overripened Bartlett pears are delicious. I like them cut, so my eating is undisrupted, the sweetness, smooth.
When I buy pears, I look forward to being able to lightly press on their speckled flesh and have it yield against my touch. I only eat them when they yield against the gentle brush of a finger.
I like them so much and think that everyone should enjoy pears without worrying about eating around their slightly bitter centers. That's why I always insist that the husband allow me to cut up his pears for him. He almost always refuses. Why he refuses is beyond me. ¶ 11:28 PM 0 comments
Overripened Bartlett pears are delicious. I like them cut, so my eating is undisrupted, the sweetness, smooth.
When I buy pears, I look forward to being able to lightly press on their speckled flesh and have it yield against my touch. I only eat them when they yield against the gentle brush of a finger.
I like them so much and think that everyone should enjoy pears without worrying about eating around their slightly bitter centers. That's why I always insist that the husband allow me to cut up his pears for him. He almost always refuses. Why he refuses is beyond me. ¶ 11:28 PM 0 comments
It makes me smile...
This is pizza I cooked. From scratch. I feel very satisfied after I cook pizza from scratch. It's amazing how little effort and little time is needed to make it.
Pizza makes me feel loved. The husband really likes my pizza. He sort of 'gloats' about how good my pizza is which makes me feel proud. ¶ 11:18 PM 0 comments
This is pizza I cooked. From scratch. I feel very satisfied after I cook pizza from scratch. It's amazing how little effort and little time is needed to make it.
Pizza makes me feel loved. The husband really likes my pizza. He sort of 'gloats' about how good my pizza is which makes me feel proud. ¶ 11:18 PM 0 comments
Satisfaction II
These are flowers from my "garden." Garden is in quotes because it really isn't a garden, per se. It's more like a little flower patch outside our house. I don't know how to describe it. The fact is, though, I planted these flowers. And the husband and I pick weeds and water them. Admiring them gives me a feeling of subdued satisfaction and happiness.
I planted the yellow ones for my mother, even though she is really annoying sometimes. I remember as a little kid how she'd always point out beautiful yellow flowers. Yellow's her favorite color. Ah, the continuity of memories.
It's fulfilling--getting down on your knees to garden. It's like prayer solidfied, if that makes any sense. ¶ 12:07 AM 0 comments
These are flowers from my "garden." Garden is in quotes because it really isn't a garden, per se. It's more like a little flower patch outside our house. I don't know how to describe it. The fact is, though, I planted these flowers. And the husband and I pick weeds and water them. Admiring them gives me a feeling of subdued satisfaction and happiness.I planted the yellow ones for my mother, even though she is really annoying sometimes. I remember as a little kid how she'd always point out beautiful yellow flowers. Yellow's her favorite color. Ah, the continuity of memories.
It's fulfilling--getting down on your knees to garden. It's like prayer solidfied, if that makes any sense. ¶ 12:07 AM 0 comments
Saturday, October 14, 2006
Things that give one a feeling of satisfaction and contentedness...
Tea steeped in a simple cup with a matching saucer gives me a feeling of satisfaction. A teaspoon adds to my contentment.
What is most satisfying of all, however, is being able to enjoy the tea in a quiet, clean, sunlit room alone.
The bittersweet, steaming aroma of a freshly brewed cup a tea is the world's finest medicine. ¶ 11:44 AM 0 comments
Tea steeped in a simple cup with a matching saucer gives me a feeling of satisfaction. A teaspoon adds to my contentment.
What is most satisfying of all, however, is being able to enjoy the tea in a quiet, clean, sunlit room alone.
The bittersweet, steaming aroma of a freshly brewed cup a tea is the world's finest medicine. ¶ 11:44 AM 0 comments
First Post -- My Purpose
My purpose is simple--to capture photographs that evoke the simplest emotions in me. Why? Because I believe emotions should be simple. They seldom are, but I believe they always ought to be.
So that is that. ¶ 11:31 AM 0 comments
So that is that. ¶ 11:31 AM 0 comments
