२० जानेवारी, २००८

Restaurant with warm colors.

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Restaurant with cool colors.

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८ टिप्पण्या:

reader_iam म्हणाले...

Heh. My son just used the old compact-mirror trick to read the writing across the way. He also notes that the blues in this picture "complement" your photo (he means the blue blogphoto).

As I said, heh.

reader_iam म्हणाले...

Now if he'd just be that observant when it came to proofreading his schoolwork and homework... .

Maxine Weiss म्हणाले...

There's nothing wrong with admitting that siblings fight. It wouldn't be normal if siblings saw eye to eye on every little thing.

Most sisters do fight with each other.

Meade म्हणाले...

Maxine, I have a brother I still fight with, another brother I stopped fighting with a long time ago, a sister I've never fought with, and another sister I see eye to eye with on every little thing.

Do we need professional help?

Meade म्हणाले...

I like the boxwood outside the window and the reflections of the window on the other window outside the window with the boxwood outside it.

Maxine Weiss म्हणाले...

But these sisters, in particular, are not close. It's very obvious. We never saw, or heard a word about, Dell in Madison.

The connection is New York. It has nothing to do with sisterly affection.

Ann has very few female friends, if any at all---and she's not a chummy sort of gal.

These two sisters clearly feel obligated to spend time together.

If they weren't sisters....they'd have nothing to do with each other.

Maxine Weiss म्हणाले...

What's going on with the Klein family today?

Has anybody heard from Abel and Jacqueline Klein? I wonder what they are doing right about now.

(I know exactly what the Klein kid is doing, at this moment. I just wonder about the parents....and how they spend their time.)

Maxine Weiss म्हणाले...

"All photographs are "memento mori". To take a photograph is to participate in another person's (or thing's) mortality, vulnerablity, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time's relentless melt....A photograph is both a pseudo-presence and a token of absence. "

http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/books/2007/12/24/071224crbo_books_updike?printable=true