(Extra)ordinary “Things or settings we might overlook at first glance. Whether in a new or familiar place, I try to keep my eyes open — to look for beauty or interestingness where I least expect it.” Cheri Lucas Rowlands
Not an ordinary puddle.
After a week of constant rain, the sun came out just before sunset.
With the ripple. A passerby hit the water.
The water is still.
Did I mention I left my camera in the apartment? Shot with the iPhone camera.
A different puddle.
Saw this sign last Sunday in Columbus Ohio.
Captured with iPhone.
Stopped at a red light on our way to grab lunch at Hill’s Market, before Matthew took off- return to Zagreb
Good advice.
My colleague brought me a dozen fresh eggs from her chickens. Thanks S.
I loved how each egg had a date written on the end. I made an omelet this Saturday morning with some Cabot Creamery Extra Sharp White Cheddar. Maybe a tad too much butter. Couldn’t cook and photograph with the cell phone simultaneously. I was told you want “sound” when the eggs hit the pan.
I know the chickens are well cared for and eat organic feed. Fresh eggs make the best omelet. It was delicious. If I were a true photographer I would have made a neater looking one and photographed it again but no one else around to eat the wrinkled one. I went on Google images to see how my omelet fares by comparison and I think it is fine. These eggs are too precious to waste.
Yes, a little too much butter. Eat the toast with jam no butter due to excess amount on the eggs!
Hiding the imperfect folds with the farm grain bread toast. Now to polish the French PepperMill that was a wedding gift in 1974.
