Sunday, June 15, 2008

Stocks, breakage and clams.

1. The cinnamon scent of purple and pink stocks.

2. In my quest to reduce my possessions, the strangest things become blessings: While cleaning the kitchen I go to wash the two plastic trays on which the oils and vinegars stand within the reach of the stove. They break in my hands, brittled by age and heat.

3. When spaghetti alle vongolle is on the specials menu at a restaurant because it implies that fresh clams might be forthcoming.

Fine day, into the daylight and picture.

1. On this fine day, I've taken some time off to walk and talk in the autumn air... and in a café and round the table and waiting at the...