It is quite a cliché that as you get older, the time seems to run faster. The problem with clichés is that they are true.
When the sun is setting, between dusk and darkness, there is a moment when the light turns blue. And the world stops for a heartbeat.
It is quite a cliché that as you get older, the time seems to run faster. The problem with clichés is that they are true.
To not to be disheartened by my yesterday’s splash-failure, I combined two of my favourite things for today. Strawberries and splash.
I really enjoy high-speed photography. Especially when it comes to water-drops and splashes. So I got an idea to photograph breaking water-balloons. Being as impatient and bad at planning as I am, I got right to it. The fact that I didn’t actually have any water-balloons was of no consequence. Normal balloon would do.
Except that it didn’t. It. Just. Wouldn’t. Break.
You can imagine all the cool splash-effects going on in the inside of the balloon.
Stuart has no sweet-tooth what-so-ever. It sincerely limits my possibilities for baking. I like eating, but there is only so much cake one person can handle. And our freezer can’t take that many chocolate muffins. Therefore, I blame Stuart for the fact that I have never learned to decorate a cake. But I do make good cinnamon buns (thank you Mum!), Karelian Pies (thank you Google!) and an occasional savoury muffin.
About this photo: Stuart doesn’t bake. It is a set-up.
Stuart and I are much more into watching series than watching movies. Sure, we see many of the big blockbusters, and sometimes a movie is rumoured to be so good, it can’t even escape our notice, but generally it is a good series that gets us ticking. Maybe it’s because the series will continue past that single evening. Letting go of a good movie character is just as hard as saying goodbye to a favourite book character in the final chapter. Let’s all be grateful for the season 10.
Close to our house there is a very sweet statue of a sister and a brother – or maybe sweethearts – leaning to each other and smiling.
Change the angle, have a few dark clouds in the background and add some contrast – and the scene changes. Something threatening is approaching and the brother is wrapping his arms protectively around his sister…
It’s all in your point of view.
My breakfast during the week does not vary much. I’m fond of some Finncrisp (dried rye bread) and fruit (the type of fruit varies tho) – as simple and easy as it gets. However, as I saw these bake-in-a-mug breakfast muffins, I was unable to resist. And I’m glad I didn’t. It was delicious!
About the maximum amount of cooking I can fit to a weekday morning.
Unlike Venice or even Paris, Rome has the feel of everyday life everywhere. Even in the most touristy center, tucked in the narrow lane between two monuments is someone’s laundry drying from the window, and someone’s grandmother keeping a careful eye of the comings and goings on her street. The pulse of real Rome.
Note the grandmother of the street on the right…
When you need to find something from the store, all those great items you saw just few days before, disappear form the stores. I guess they go to the same place as half of each pair of socks from the washing machine.
When Stuart and I started to look for a house to buy, there was one deal-breaker: it needed a good kitchen. We had several other criteria too, e.g. reasonably sized, no need for a massive renovation, plenty of light, a fireplace, a garden (big enough, but not too big), pool (Stuart didn’t want one). Those who have visited our house know we got maybe 50% of what we thought we wanted. (To be fair, we fell in love with our house the minute we stepped in – before having time to evaluate it on most criteria in our lists).
But kitchen was non-negotiable. We both just love spending time in there. Maybe my love for kitchen explains why so many of my pictures include kitchen stuff. Or maybe it’s just all so photogenic.
(Btw. Have you noticed that most good house parties also end up with a big gathering in the kitchen? Regardless of where the food is, or where the music is, or where the comfortable chairs are…)