Week-ish in photos (203-214)

203/365. Contesserate's backyard.

204/365. JFK.

205/365. Chai and naan with my Chicago girl come to visit.

206/365. New (old) toy.



209/365. Current reading material. My great-grandmother's, from when she was twenty.

210/365. Sui.


212/365. Homegrown chives, which please me exceedingly well.

213/365. Makin' soup with tiny pasta stars in it.



rootedinbeing 8/23/2012 6:33 AM  

Oo oo chai and naan! YUM!

sui 8/23/2012 6:12 PM  

I quite like seeing your 365 again.

re: photo of me... you sneaky!

Holly 8/24/2012 1:55 AM  

rootedinbeing - it's such a grand restaurant; you pay for the buffet and get naan and unlimited chai refills!

sui - you're nice to say so, and i'm glad. heh, yes, i am. train stations make everyone look so poignant and interesting! (not that you're not, mind.)

Carl 8/24/2012 7:40 AM  

Love the first one...

Holly 8/24/2012 12:02 PM  

Carl - Thank you. It is an extremely pleasant backyard.

analog 8/25/2012 12:20 AM  

that's a fantastic idea :) i'm so pleased to see that you read your grandmother's diary (it is a diary, isn't it? :D)... i sometimes read letters my great-grandfather sent from war captivity and there are people who think that it is indiscreet or impious to do so (i even know families who burnt letters and diaries without having a look at them). but they all come from people who did not have a sudden death, so they could think about what to do with their personal belongings before losing impact... maybe they wanted these things to persist? (at least that's what i think :))

Jenica 8/25/2012 7:42 AM  

I adore the top photo, and the one with the mask.

Holly 8/27/2012 4:44 PM  

analog - It's so deeply interesting even when they're writing about mundane things, let alone from captivity -- I can only imagine! I agree with you on the propriety of it...but I doubt I could resist in any case. It makes me wonder if I will choose to let my diaries survive!

Jenica - Thank you! Erin and I each bought one to wear around the city when she visited me this past winter.

Nicole 9/10/2012 8:44 PM  

Train stations are a great place for wondering what people's stories are. Someday I shall have the courage to actually ask.

A little while ago I bought a pre-packaged minestrone for lunch, and couldn't stop smiling when I found little flower/star-shaped pieces of pasta in it.

Holly 9/12/2012 7:42 AM  

Nicole - They are, aren't they? Though sometimes it is nice to just wonder and romanticize.

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