A View From A Kitchen is a series on what meets our eye when we look up from our dirty dishes or half-full coffee cup.
Florence
What possessed me at 9 or 12 to snap square pictures of our home?
But a brief moment and quick snap of a mundane occurrence now remembers how Florence practiced her cello in the kitchen by the old radiator in front of the view that looked out on tougher projects and the playground under the old bridge.
Looking Backwards - The Thursday Post From The 365 Bars Blog! - This Week,
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3 comments:
Haunting. Premonition? That yellow color so like a dream....
Polaroid evokes the idea of memory best, I think.
It's those mundane scenes that seem to hold the most memories...and the power to transport us back to another time and place. Nice post.
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