I remember my first painting classes. When I was around 15 years old, I was invited to attend a ceramic class with my Step Mom to see if I liked it. This was a vessel she painted. Yes, I was feeling so happy to see it again sitting on the breakfast table last weekend, when we went up north to help my parents launch their boat for the season ahead. So, I couldn’t resist, I had to frame up my shot to capture the pitcher on the table, and the glow in the room. After all these years, she still has the woodland design pitcher with the yellow and brown mushrooms that she so skillfully painted. Hopefully some great memories of those classes we have yet to share. The peanut butter Cheerios tasted better than usual that morning! Thanks, Mom.
I signed up for the next WordPress Photography class.
Day One Assignment: Home & Getting Oriented
Assignment One: Home is elusive. When we think about this word, we might picture different physical locations. And while home is often found on a map, it can also be less tangible: a loved one, a state of mind.
My husband likes to cook breakfast on the weekends. I love his energy and creative presentation with food. Sometimes we talk about what it would be like to run a Bed and Breakfast business and how many courses we would serve.
Over the years, the meaning of “home” for me has transformed into many thoughts, feelings, places and intimate spaces. My teenage years, as I remember it, my room was my space and my private place. Later, after I finally purchased my first house, my garden was my home. As I look back on my life, I wonder what the future will bring. Here and now, knowing that the meaning of home is right where I am is just perfect…Do you see the smiley tomato face?
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