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I was looking through some of my photos and found some similarities– no matter where I move or travel to, apparently I have a fondness for taking pictures of certain things/people/signs/silliness (I’m getting ahead of myself)…
Anyway, I’ve decided to put together a few (brief) compilations of my findings.
Apparently I Have A Fondness For… taking pictures of trees. If you couldn’t tell from this picture of me standing in the middle of the Scottish countryside while rain poured all around me, I enjoy nature.
So here goes– some of the trees I enjoy:
The trees of Sugar Pine where I grew up…
Great tree in Central Park snow…
Trees growing on Thimble Islands off the coast of Connecticut…
Tree covered entrance on the Isle of Skye…
Leaning palm tree in West Palm Beach storm…
Crooked tree and crooked lamp-post in Central Park…
Odd tree roots along Lewis Creek (that I’m convinced the fairy folk live in)…
And last but not least, (my mom and stepdad walking amongst) the trees and leaves of autumn in Central Park…
I am blessed to have friends—friends who not only let me live with them for three weeks while I got myself moved across the country from NY to SF, started a new job, and fought off bronchitis, but who welcomed me with open arms when I was tired, grumpy, busy, and feeling generally chaotic inside.
So when I moved out of their cozy, calm corner of the seaside town of Tiburon and into my new snazzy apartment in the city, they gave me a house-warming gift (as if providing love, scotch, and a pit-stop place to live wasn’t enough) and I have to say, this gift is…fantastic.
It’s a Frother.
Now, I know, I know… it’s a frivolous bit of gadgetry, but I do have to say that while living with my saintly (and sometimes sinister but that’s another story) friends, Erica and Jim, I got a wee bit spoiled using a Frother to foam up my warm and delicious morning coffee.
And now, thanks to my Friends Who Froth… I, too, have become a Frivolous Frother.
Thanks “Party Cats!”
The Frother
Tartan week has come and gone… and thanks to my friend Dara’s infectious love of all things (and people) Scottish, we celebrated together by heading to a pub to watch/dance/play/laugh with the Red Hot Chilli Pipers. Yes, that’s PIPERS not PEPPERS. They’re fantastic! (though it’s not recommended to stand so close to the stage… and therefore speakers). I will definitely see these boys perform again and in the meantime, please speak up if you’re talking to me in person as my ears are still ringing to the tune of bagpipes.
