A week in images: day 8

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February 3, 2013 by allsho

I decided I’m going on.

On with this week in images, in spite of the fact that the week is obviously over.

I find it useful: it forces me to do some little things I am too busy/lazy to do without some kind of regimen.

Such as taking pictures, and not only random ones, but trying to find interesting compositions, basically studying what I’m doing. And studying in precise conditions: at home, indoors or out of the window, but never stepping out, using the limited and limiting light and subject constraints offered by my home.

Such as writing a post. Finding a story that someone might find worth reading about an image as above.

It’s a challenge, isn’t it? Let’s see how far I can reach, i.e. how many weeks I can go on.

Today, the first sunny day in a long time, from my vantage point in the living room, I can see a warm glow in the kitchen (where I just finished preparing some seabass with olives and sweet red peppers), and this wall clock, a souvenir from the West Indies that’s dear to me (as well as all of my visits to the land of Calypso), garish as it may be, is simply winking at me.

So let me give it its fifteen minutes of celebrity. All that glitters is not gold – sometimes it’s copper, in fact.

Home sweet home, today.

Home sweet home, today.

 

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