Wednesday, April 29, 2020

Reflection, brioche and the guess.

1. The reflection on a wet roof of a bird passing overhead.

2. The smell of toasted brioche bread.

3. Alec speculating about what might be going to happen next in the book we are reading. It's The Railway Children, and I feel as if I've reached peak motherhood.

Dates, from the slopes and esoteric zine.

1. To eat a few fat sweet dates with my coffee. 2. A video showing careful, elegant parallel turns comes home from the dry slope before they...