tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61120409652765049592024-02-19T02:04:15.273-05:00another split decisionAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01585784922207735850noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112040965276504959.post-76075779103056960852011-02-25T15:39:00.000-05:002011-02-25T15:39:21.423-05:00split decision.<div>It's time for a change. A good change. I've started a <a href="http://morningsbrew.blogspot.com/">new blog</a> with a new name and a new direction.</div><div><br />
</div><div>A little over a year ago, I decided to create this blog on a whim. At the time, I wasn't entirely sure about the world of blogging but decided to just jump right into it--sink or swim. Thankfully, it's served me well and I've enjoyed having all of you here by my side as I've settled into married life, first time cat-momma-ism, and a new city.</div><div><br />
</div><div>As I've most recently settled into a more comfortable and satisfying career path (I am now solely teaching private piano lessons from my home), I've decided that I need a new blog with a name that better suits my present lifestyle. It's my hope that you and I can very naturally settle into this new home together. </div><div><br />
</div><div>It's been a wonderful year of learning and exploring. I'm so thankful that you've stuck by my side and I look forward to sharing many, many new adventures with you.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Let's move on, shall we?</div><div><br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01585784922207735850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112040965276504959.post-59010046202657109622011-02-13T13:19:00.002-05:002011-02-13T13:20:57.540-05:00the weekend, much abbreviated.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6rykzs5i1Za4kbaebJAWTLqXbTj__QEg7JUWS03cay8W2Sss9PrhRJkzFTYCZ4ZEpHe8sNB5GavjvJqJsUzNQ55VirAROJx4WW21tjNDEDQXxBee9oSUKW-m1c9OkQBIzNm7s0HPnKH8g/s1600/IMG_6938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6rykzs5i1Za4kbaebJAWTLqXbTj__QEg7JUWS03cay8W2Sss9PrhRJkzFTYCZ4ZEpHe8sNB5GavjvJqJsUzNQ55VirAROJx4WW21tjNDEDQXxBee9oSUKW-m1c9OkQBIzNm7s0HPnKH8g/s640/IMG_6938.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Blueberries and bowl-mugs.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 25px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Take some more tea," the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly.<br />
"I've had nothing yet," Alice replied in an offended tone: "so I ca'n't take more."<br />
"You mean you ca'n't take less," said the Hatter: "it's very easy to take more than nothing."</span></span></i></span></div></b><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">-Lewis Carroll, </span><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Alice in Wonderland</span></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><br />
</u></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">With the cold and snowy winter weather, could you think of anything more warming and heavenly than a house filled with the aromas of ginger, cardamom, cloves & cinnamon?? It's been nearly a year since I went on a mad search for chai tea recipes, with such fervid intent: "I </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">must</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> make my own." But, like most everyone else in the world, if I put something off for a few days, the thought fades away and it's eventually gone altogether. But now, with monumental piles of snow on either side of the driveway, what could possibly be more enjoyable than holing up inside next to the fire (or, cough cough, just a candle) with a home-made cup of tea?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Here's the recipe I followed (also found </span><a href="http://chaipilgrimage.com/masala-chai-recipes/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">here</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">)... </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Recipe Notes:</span> I made a few modifications, such as cutting back on the ginger (1/3 cup seemed like too much in comparison to the other spices) and, even still, it was a bit too gingery--next time, I'll probably cut that amount in half. Instead of goat's milk, I used half-and-half (because it's what we had) and I also threw in a few extra cloves and cardamom... because, well, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">YUM</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">. (You can also substitute sugar for the maple syrup.)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Next time, I'm thinking of not adding the milk to the entire pot. Rather, I think it'll be better to just heat small portions of milk separately whenever I plan on having a cup.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">If you decide to go ahead and attempt this yourself, just be forewarned... your house will smell absolutely heavenly for hours. :)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01585784922207735850noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112040965276504959.post-55568695992065933622011-01-28T21:02:00.004-05:002011-01-29T17:28:11.906-05:00photography voice.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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This photo, unexpectedly, turned out to be my favorite from last weekend in Harrisburg. Before anyone arrived for <a href="http://www.cuddle-magic.com/">Cuddle Magic's</a> show, I walked around and took some pictures of the really awesome decor.<br />
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I feel like I'm finally starting to get a better feel for manual camera settings. You see, normally I come home with a ton of photos but very few that I actually like. Either the focus or exposure is off. More often than not, I get super excited about a few particular shots, but when I get home and upload them onto my computer, I have to deal with the upsetting news that the shot was pretty good but slightly out of focus. That, plus the fact that I still feel like I haven't found my photography "voice" yet.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Gdsev7y81hYNJuIcwzGOJMXtncomQdPzQ3WI8daeiF2rEI0mehmJMGz7JVi29_5ycJKXeq995E2DrDkS1f7J-k5OcVPFBcjyeRdEjJ5w1fXgzXfxzelh6800n8Et8M-i3tK8MYxVfy3a/s1600/CRW_6737.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Gdsev7y81hYNJuIcwzGOJMXtncomQdPzQ3WI8daeiF2rEI0mehmJMGz7JVi29_5ycJKXeq995E2DrDkS1f7J-k5OcVPFBcjyeRdEjJ5w1fXgzXfxzelh6800n8Et8M-i3tK8MYxVfy3a/s640/CRW_6737.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Here's a prime example of an out-of-focus shot I took.</span></div><br />
I came out with a few photos from last weekend, but this one (the top one) feels good to me for some reason--I know it's not an amazing shot or anything, but the vibrant colors and the placement feel right to me. I'm already convinced that I like (and will continue to like) it a whole lot more than anyone else ever will. Maybe it's because it feels like a step closer to my personal "voice." Even though it's not there yet, it's slowly developing and I recognize a little bit of myself in it.<br />
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Have you ever listened to "This American Life" on Public Radio International? I really kind of love Ira Glass. His "voice" is so distinct, so matter-of-fact... so, <i>well</i>, Ira Glass. Last week I happened across one of his videos (seen below) on <a href="http://makingitlovely.com/">Making It Lovely</a> and appreciated his thoughts on creativity and persistence (along with his self-berating story) as it relates to "finding your own voice"...<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BI23U7U2aUY" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="425"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><i>"...most everybody I know who does interesting, creative work, they went through a phase of years where they had really good taste and they could tell what they were making wasn’t as good as they wanted it to be.”</i></blockquote><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"> Does this sound like you too? Are you working on finding your own voice at something as well?</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01585784922207735850noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112040965276504959.post-83918944396521929242011-01-23T20:04:00.000-05:002011-01-23T20:04:50.098-05:00color for your day.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A little inspiration for a mostly uninspired day.... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.latimes.com/features/home/la-hm-beserra-byrd-mosaic-photos,0,1063989.photogallery?index=la-hm-beserra-byrd-mosaic-photos-001" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWyVRD2XXSWYVkgY9xpTq4wi_XLKH2WrnSxaTKUbo2-S6ima6I_pp1dAukPL3PYWQRxTLpFNiUGQ7nKsWk4sIqErD9hKi8eFCXJgzOtMwYGQ0JYrWbo8VNAq3OSYtsmFrKh1dQ00rmGM2a/s640/107291740-14151302.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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</div>Seriously, what's the deal with January? Does everyone feel as lackadaisical as me? Is everyone else locking themselves inside, yet feeling unbelievably restless? Yarg.<br />
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Hoping your week's as colorful, bright and cheery as these.... :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01585784922207735850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112040965276504959.post-55858355919309389762011-01-19T13:01:00.000-05:002011-01-19T13:01:08.715-05:00December Love.So, I know it's a little late to be posting about Christmas things. The holiday season seems long gone already. But this year I received 3 particular Christmas gifts from 3 very lovely family members and it's so very coincidental at how nicely these little gifts all seem to work together that I just feel the need to share.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv8C2svc2GosN5yS8fJ1BlkcCYg5yii6NoKJsJJeO7x2wsLlP74IGwtmwQmDq-6ZEyTwn4fQ9emHtVUoCdLcxQ8Y9t8CR5M1vdZoJdcnVz51jyfVIusHipNr1x0YHmci7VEVpaGpUGyaTz/s1600/CRW_6683.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv8C2svc2GosN5yS8fJ1BlkcCYg5yii6NoKJsJJeO7x2wsLlP74IGwtmwQmDq-6ZEyTwn4fQ9emHtVUoCdLcxQ8Y9t8CR5M1vdZoJdcnVz51jyfVIusHipNr1x0YHmci7VEVpaGpUGyaTz/s640/CRW_6683.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">From my Aunt Di-<b> </b><i><b>a 4 oz. bag of Chai Rooibos Tea.</b> </i> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">From my mom- <i><b>a cute, lemon-shaped tea infuser (& a strawberry for Christopher).</b></i> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">From my cousins Jon & Amy- <i><b>a beautiful handmade mug</b></i><b>.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Combine those three with some Bach, Hanon & Ibert at the piano....</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">and I call that a lovely morning.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But even beyond that, those very same family members sent out the most fun, adorable, handmade Christmas cards ever. They're so talented and amazing! Aren't they beautiful?! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</div>Mom & I went antiquing.<br />
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The furniture was <i>ornate</i>.<br />
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The knick knacks were <i>full of personality</i>.<br />
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Everything was <i>way</i> out of our price range. Yes, <i>even the Seven Stuffed Dwarfs</i>.<br />
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The store owners could <i>totally</i> tell. We were <i>lookers</i>, not shoppers.<br />
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But that <i>did not</i> stop us from having some fun!<br />
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These were taken about two years ago or so. It was a cool summer day and I remember feeling a little bored sitting at home, you know, twiddling my thumbs. Instead of staring at the wall for the rest of the afternoon, I decided that I'd venture down the country roads of Clinton, PA (home of Janoski's Farm and many a cow) in hopes of finding a few good photographs. Not too far into my drive, I happened across this particular junk yard of old vehicles, got super excited and proceeded by jumping over the "No Trespassing" sign. No more than 10 minutes into it, flashing red and blue lights pull up next to my car and I see a policeman walking in my direction.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPa5r3JLNHQWn_Jziy0HjjpLImYRG6wlyy7uNE1T1XthstEFzX74pFTbpKHg5XCAjzIARQpaqoRmazXyr28qHfZeT4pxnpIzct_qScXKyZRx5FT1cxwXMyV5-xlDspRwLfrvDnPQSkJ97X/s1600/IMG_1996.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPa5r3JLNHQWn_Jziy0HjjpLImYRG6wlyy7uNE1T1XthstEFzX74pFTbpKHg5XCAjzIARQpaqoRmazXyr28qHfZeT4pxnpIzct_qScXKyZRx5FT1cxwXMyV5-xlDspRwLfrvDnPQSkJ97X/s640/IMG_1996.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In a deep, intimidating voice the cop asked what I was doing and informed me that I would need to leave. <i>This is private property, I'll have you know. Didn't you see the signs?</i> All I could do was hold up my camera, apologize and follow his instruction. He watched as I hopped into my car and took off. I made sure I was going the speed limit until he was no longer visible from the rear view mirror. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I, undoubtably, got the last laugh. Aren't the photos evidence enough?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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I've already ventured out for a long walk to commemorate and enjoy this beautiful First Sighting. Without planning it, a mug of hot coffee and the most delicious Red Velvet cupcake that you could ever imagine found their way into my day. Never has a cupcake tray sitting in the window looked so enticing and never has it fulfilled it's intent so fully as it did this afternoon. What a day.<br />
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Now it's time to snuggle up with the cat, order some pizza and enjoy a hot toddy or two.... well, Maybe.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">"What would remain if Man left today? What would our architecture, our museums, malls, laundromat and bars look like and how would nature reclaim its space?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><i>One of the first sites that I visit everyday is Jen Zahigian's photography blog <a href="http://jenzahigian.blogspot.com/">That Wondrous Time</a>. Her quirky, colorful photos are absolutely magical and this weekend I was not only inspired by her photos but also her invitation to join in and write about the "Five Senses" of the week--a recap of your week by recalling the sights, sounds, smells, tastes and feelings. Well, since it's Monday and I'm a few days late, I just wanted to share my five senses from the weekend with you and invite you to do the same!</i></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Tasting:</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">Sweet potatoes with pecans and goat cheese (this delicious and savory/sweet <a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2010/11/sweet-potatoes-with-pecans-and-goat-cheese/">recipe</a> can be found here).</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Seeing: </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">Old vehicles in West Philly (above), old trolley cars in Northeast Philly, old folks everywhere.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Smelling: </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">That bitter, yet remarkable, smell of wilting leaves.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Hearing:</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">Claude Debussy's "The Little Shepherd" - my chosen piano repertoire for the past few days</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">(listen to this <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ftKBvpbcKY&feature=related">orchestrated version</a> on YouTube and notice the beautiful oboe playing at the beginning)</span><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Feeling: </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">Content and thankful for my present circumstances. I'm fortunate enough to spend my days practicing piano, teaching piano, researching teaching ideas, taking photos, going out for walks and sipping tea. Amazing.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">Thanks for sharing some time with me today!</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01585784922207735850noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112040965276504959.post-23695130719300966522010-11-20T09:35:00.002-05:002010-11-20T10:58:49.344-05:00Fall, or Remnants of Halloween.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjouDGSuydZU8HnAhu-9WC6C46fywK3Te45vw6X8P57iPqHLvKh_lrL7iCDf14tB9PeLa8PCbpCzX8m5I_-0Z50DIP1xAmPuQjZ2hTZX24dmTlyAETtn5-0vv69v1rXH7ecIYU_IAiPW2Ab/s1600/CRW_6154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjouDGSuydZU8HnAhu-9WC6C46fywK3Te45vw6X8P57iPqHLvKh_lrL7iCDf14tB9PeLa8PCbpCzX8m5I_-0Z50DIP1xAmPuQjZ2hTZX24dmTlyAETtn5-0vv69v1rXH7ecIYU_IAiPW2Ab/s640/CRW_6154.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>(Hanging out and carrying on with friends.)</i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01585784922207735850noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112040965276504959.post-13684714204450105782010-11-08T19:46:00.001-05:002010-11-08T19:57:31.500-05:00shopping.After the day's misfortune of standing on the side of the road waiting for a tow truck, this is one of those rare occasions when <i>all I feel like doing <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">is going </span><b>shopping</b></i>. Of course, under the circumstances of those same car problems, the last thing that I should be doing is shopping. <br />
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Someday when my wallet's feeling heavier.<br />
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For now, this is just window-shopping. Or perhaps just daydreaming...<br />
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</div>Isn't it funny (<i>i.e. pathetic</i>) how sometimes we feel like owning a certain object or article of clothing will improve our quality of life? Yet, here I am feeling that very way at this precise moment in time. Oii yoii.<br />
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But, seriously, don't you just love the necklines? :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01585784922207735850noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112040965276504959.post-73311798209209108042010-11-02T19:57:00.001-04:002010-11-02T19:59:02.992-04:00teaching piano lessons.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I've had my ups and downs lately. And pretty much on a daily basis. You know those feelings you get when you're unsure about yourself or what you're doing? Or when you feel you're having trouble communicating with other people? Or just those feelings you get when you're spending too much time alone?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This week, I'm so glad to have some art from my piano students that I can look at to cheer me up.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">...and remind me that life's not always about me.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOFyUVaVfizggyfYDQeMixzoO3hhdWFqpK5Nd5EvYZ7_RZSCvklysvBUI-6FI9nJE_BlB9fze056gt3BbIgV-oiL7e-QAt_vt1XK9J_A-BC21YwLfjLZKsctIt32GcPSsbT41Ssy7sWfz0/s1600/CRW_6103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="408" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOFyUVaVfizggyfYDQeMixzoO3hhdWFqpK5Nd5EvYZ7_RZSCvklysvBUI-6FI9nJE_BlB9fze056gt3BbIgV-oiL7e-QAt_vt1XK9J_A-BC21YwLfjLZKsctIt32GcPSsbT41Ssy7sWfz0/s640/CRW_6103.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>This one's from Claire, who I taught before moving to Philadelphia. I remember her very first lesson and how quiet and shy she was. Before I knew it, she was the silliest and goofiest of all my students (but always one of the most prepared). She would often burst into laughter during the middle of a song for no apparent reason. And she had this funny curiosity for aliens and UFO's... </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i></i>(the "P.S." states: "I think there are lots of UFO's in Philly)...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yeah. Maybe. Maybe that's why I've been feeling so out-of-sorts.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01585784922207735850noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112040965276504959.post-8825437603496634012010-10-24T13:43:00.001-04:002010-10-24T13:47:41.740-04:00the red series.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTyNKsqtz4llpbGJSyFCWsmfqcCT-8ms47E56HLVynaI5-vFwNA-_6F7YSnPofEE9oGSIZONhKiWG8QnSIyZApd1iGlMnU0BUy3-d_BgBp5QLjQyEp0-WLxx56BWMeuBeEWSvR7Bb_v2YC/s1600/IMG_6023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTyNKsqtz4llpbGJSyFCWsmfqcCT-8ms47E56HLVynaI5-vFwNA-_6F7YSnPofEE9oGSIZONhKiWG8QnSIyZApd1iGlMnU0BUy3-d_BgBp5QLjQyEp0-WLxx56BWMeuBeEWSvR7Bb_v2YC/s640/IMG_6023.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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If I'm not mistaken, those bits on top are part of the honeycomb? <br />
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Before he left, Christopher and I each tried a spoonful.<br />
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<blockquote><b>Me:</b> <i>"Whoa.... I've never had honey that tasted anything like this before."</i></blockquote><blockquote><b>Christopher:</b> <i>"Oh man, yeah, now I understand why Winnie the Pooh was always walking around with a honeycomb...."</i></blockquote><br />
Have you ever had honey like this? With bits of the comb?<br />
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I'm not sure if it's cool or if it's cliché to be walking around with vintage cameras strapped around your neck. But for me, it felt like a connection into my family's past. One camera that's been passed down from my great-grandfather. The other, a reminder of my mom--her days in art school, her days snapping childhood photos of my brother and I--a reminder that she was once younger than I am now; time keeps ticking.<br />
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O the days of waiting for your film to be developed. They're back again...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01585784922207735850noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112040965276504959.post-10803200473820520552010-10-03T22:03:00.004-04:002010-10-03T23:37:29.314-04:00around the apartment.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU6VxmDrOLHK0z3QIdpoRvFea-x4WfqnG5FBMJu1BKeIopObjq9lZUeuzflAmAwe-pkn0p9mq550Q560HTsmqwFhkDIJanyQVpLY3fVveKFfQkDj3nbnMmKjGbwtRsAOuN94fnHtGomYIh/s1600/IMG_5773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="421" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU6VxmDrOLHK0z3QIdpoRvFea-x4WfqnG5FBMJu1BKeIopObjq9lZUeuzflAmAwe-pkn0p9mq550Q560HTsmqwFhkDIJanyQVpLY3fVveKFfQkDj3nbnMmKjGbwtRsAOuN94fnHtGomYIh/s640/IMG_5773.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>listenin' to music.<br />
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It's been parked in the same spot on 46th Street for days now and every afternoon, I walk a few blocks to go see it, hoping that the spot in front of it is vacant. There's such a great contrast between the navy matte finish of the car as it sits against a wall of vibrant gold mums and I just wanted to <i>try</i> capturing it.<br />
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Today, I went out with my camera, hoping against all odds that the parking spot in front of it was open. Whaddaya know, it actually was!?! I was flipping out inside... after days of waiting, I could finally take a photo!<br />
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I pull out my camera and I'm walking closer and closer as I'm adjusting my settings and am suddenly mortified to notice another car creeping down the street in search of a parking spot....<br />
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I wasn't even there for 15 seconds before the stinking car had to ruin my photo shoot. I snapped this one just because I wanted some kind of record of it. [The left side's cropped slightly as to hide the other car backing in]. <br />
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If tomorrow, I walk down the street, and the blue car is gone, at least I took one unsatisfying picture.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01585784922207735850noreply@blogger.com2