My online journal where I share my interests in photography, nature, journaling, fountain pens, bicycling, coffee life, spirituality and the mystery of it all.
sitting quietly at a table
ms
solitary, head bowed
a coffee and scone
lost in his thoughts
without speaking with him
I created my stories, was he
remembering the past
dreaming of tomorrow, praying?
yet, only he can tell his story.
as I sat alone at my table
with my journal and camera
I began to wonder what stories
about me do others create?
the barista’s craft
ms
carefully pouring steamed milk
grin of success
I have wondered at times where coffee baristas go after making my life a bit more enjoyable? Seems there is always a turnover as many work at these jobs for some short period of time. I find many are college students studying to be a writer, artist, school teacher, archaeologist, forester and more. For many it’s usually not a fulltime job but provides spending money and can be a lot of fun for them. This young lady was not only my barista but also a budding photographer. I took this five years ago and hope she is still grinning and successful.
half blank pages
mws
find new words in brown ink
coffeehouse writing
Had a friend give me a new bottle of ink yesterday appropriately named, Coffee Break. 😃 It is a soft subtle brown that shades well, one of my favorite traits in inks, and works well with my cream colored journal pages. Using it in my white Pelikan M205 fountain pen. Hope you have a wonderful Sunday!
I met a friend for coffee yesterday morning and we had a surprise centerpiece on our table. Loved the way it looked and with the diffused light it made a good image. I shot this vertical and realized how seldom I do that. Hope everyone has a wonderful week. The coffee and conversation were just what was needed on a cold and snowy morning.
Not many coffee shops have a circular gas fire pit outside their door. If you get there early enough you can sit on the patio and watch the sun rise while sipping on a coffee. Today has not been that kind of day as it’s been cloudy with light rain most of the day. They are predicting the rain to change to a mix of snow and rain after midnight and into the morning. Probably not going to sit by the fire pit in the morning if that’s the case.
“A man knows when he has found his vocation when he stops thinking about how to live and begins to live.”
Thomas Merton
In case no one knows, a cortado is a Spanish-origin general term for a beverage consisting of espresso mixed with a roughly equal amount of warm milk to reduce the acidity. I also sometimes ask for wee bit of chocolate added. And when you find a barista who can make latte art it’s even better. 🙂
“The world exists as you perceive it.It’s not what you see, but how you see it.It is not what you hear, but how you hear it.It is not what you feel, but how you feel it.”
Rumi
I’m re-reading David duChemin’s book The Soul of the Camera. I read it last year and just about done with my second pass. I thought this was his best book and feeling that still to be true.
The pen is my new TWSBI Classic in White with a medium nib. They make stiff steel nibs but all four TWSBI pens I’ve used are very smooth writers. I’m quite pleased with it.
I met my friend Pat at Bindles Coffee yesterday morning. It had been a while since we had coffee and conversation. We usually catch up on our lives, the kids and grand kids and show photos. I consider her a good friend for many years. We agreed we need to meet more often, and will.
While we were there these three young guys came in with their mother. Each had an apple with big bites in each of them. I consider that a good thing. Thanks for meeting up with me, Pat, and enjoy your week off. See you in a couple weeks.