What I find untterly wonderful about this man found here is that I can very easily imagine sitting down with him to share a dinner of oysters and champagne. Or, squirrel and moonshine.
The desire to dine with this gentleman is not as strong as the one above, but I like this portrait, too, found here. I suppose, though, that the obvious choice of nibbley would be chocolate.
The beards may seem like the common denominator of why I pulled these two photos together, but, truly, it’s the intensity of the eyes. Tell me, when you look at a portrait do you envision dinners or conversations or something else entirely? The lighting? The setting? I’m interested in knowing your thoughts.
Happy Birthday, Kansas! What a sweet, sweet place you’ve been to me. I’m sorry for all the times I not-so-secretly cursed at you for that which I thought you lacked. Truly, you are a dynamic state and one which provokes such strong feelings from many.
I will be heading straightaway to the Love Garden when I get home this evening to buy this album. Only wish I had a bitchin’ sound system to play it on. Aw, well.
You know, I’ve realized, and not just recently, that this blog has no feet. No clear identity. I guess, if I think on it, it’s a little bit like myself. There are such beautiful blogs out there on food, trends, style, design, fashion, wine, photography . . . it’s overwhelming, at times. But I’m glad they exist and I’m kind of glad that mine still exists, too. Thanks for putting up with the randomness of Prairynation.
So, about the photo above? It provokes an intense desire to read an old-fashioned newspaper. Lazily. And with someone I love who is cool with reading the paper at the breakfast table and not being offended if we each take a different section and skip the chatter for a spell. Until we’re just too wound up about a story and MUST SHARE. And Burberry plaid. Or, maybe it provokes in me a desire to retire, say, tomorrow, so that I can actually find time to sit down lazily with my beloved and read an old-fashioned paper and not be focused on getting to the grocery store and mopping up all the salt off my floors from our overly salted city streets and doing laundry and somehow discovering and nuturing an as-of-yet hidden talent. Whew.
We photographed this little guy yesterday at the studio. He was riding a little toboggan. He had on a little scarf made to look as if it were breezily blowing in the wind. I think he was a girl. And I really really REALLY wanted to take her home with me. Why must I be practical?
I’ve spent a good part of this week brainstorming concepts for Christmas 2010. That’s a tough task when I’d rather be thinking about sandals, gardening, and all- around outdoor loafing. So often, when this happens, I seek solace and inspiration from my friend A.J.’s blog. It’s full of literary goodness and cocktailian spirituality. A very good source for inspiration, indeed! And today I was not disappointed. In fact, I’ve giggled quite a bit with the above video filled with ol’ timey friends and a great sounding recipe. Cheers!
It’s easy to get all complainy about work sometimes. Especially on a Wednesday when you’re neither here nor there. But then, sometimes, you walk into the communal kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea and you find a perfectly round snowball sitting on a lunch tray. A little melty, but obviously carefully formed and set out for some reason. And then you remember that you work at a place where it’s not at all unusual for a snowball to be hanging out melting in the communal kitchen. And then Hump Day is kind of okay.
Yet I find myself really wanting to get away to somewhere, say, even a little balmier, or, a little more AWAY FROM KANSAS! The fellow and I almost convinced each other that we were going to sneak away to Colorado for the weekend. I saw us all bundled up wearing snowshoes and sipping warming beverages from a flask and then looking up into the night sky while soaking our tired bodies in a hot spring. But I have a strong feeling that life got in the way of this reverie.
