Thursday, November 05, 2015

When life ain't pretty



I am certainly guilty of posting pictures of my lunch.  Indeed my lunch and various coffee breaks often feature over on my Instagram feed and have certainly spawned whole blog posts and accompanying photo shoots back in the day.

And they will again.

I still get such joy from making my lunch look pretty and taking the time to enjoy it.  In fact for me, blogging and Instagram and once upon a time Flickr, are all about appreciating life's perfect little moments, both my own and those of the people I follow.  I don't mind when reality creeps in but I really enjoy the beautiful posts.  They make me feel thankful, relaxed and zen like.  






I am sure anyone reading is much too wise to think that the writer's live is one long photogenic story of joy but that doesn't mean it's wrong to celebrate the good bits.





Today I am eating last nights cold, shop bought pizza.  With coleslaw and cherry tomatoes.  Well I guess the cherry tomatoes are pretty, but the rest of it not so much.

I am eating it at a desk adorned in chaos and contemplating the fact that the removal men arrive in a few days and somehow all of the stuff we have needs to move from here to there.  It seems insurmountable.  And it's been grey and wet for days.

So I'm going to show you some pretty pictures I took earlier....  When the evenings were warm and the light was golden.  As I look at them I can still remember the smell of the freshly harvested field and the sound of the birds in the sky.  

I feel a bit more Zen already.


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