http://www.thinking-allowed.com.au/2010/03/10/from-the-kitchen-42/ Including weekly musings by Daan Spijer. Sat, 04 Feb 2012 07:51:24 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 http://www.thinking-allowed.com.au/2010/03/10/from-the-kitchen-42/comment-page-1/#comment-211 Shirley Hassen Thu, 18 Mar 2010 00:16:20 +0000 http://www.thinking-allowed.com.au/?p=533#comment-211 Hi Daan, I do not think having instant reflexes to photograph something that is wonderful, I believe it to be artistic. I was crazy on photographing everything and any one until my grandchildren begged me, "Please Grandma! No more photos of us!" My reply, "They are memories. You will never pass this way again" I was restricted to the odd photo. Shirley Hi Daan,
I do not think having instant reflexes to photograph something that is wonderful, I believe it to be artistic.
I was crazy on photographing everything and any one until my grandchildren begged me, “Please Grandma! No more photos of us!”
My reply, “They are memories. You will never pass this way again”
I was restricted to the odd photo.
Shirley

]]> http://www.thinking-allowed.com.au/2010/03/10/from-the-kitchen-42/comment-page-1/#comment-209 mike godfrey Wed, 10 Mar 2010 08:08:04 +0000 http://www.thinking-allowed.com.au/?p=533#comment-209 Sometimes the best memories are those that are only recorded in one's childhood memory before cameras were so ubiquitous. One of my best was at age 10 sitting on a stone wall late at night in a little village north of Spain listening to an old French sailor spin yarns. One night he stopped to pick up a large toad,stuck his half-smoked Gauloise in the corner of its mouth and put the reptile down again. We then watched it hop off down the road with a glow and a puff of smoke at every hop. No-one else saw it and no candid camera recorded the scene! Mike Sometimes the best memories are those that are only recorded in one’s childhood memory before cameras were so ubiquitous. One of my best was at age 10 sitting on a stone wall late at night in a little village north of Spain listening to an old French sailor spin yarns. One night he stopped to pick up a large toad,stuck his half-smoked Gauloise in the corner of its mouth and put the reptile down again. We then watched it hop off down the road with a glow and a puff of smoke at every hop. No-one else saw it and no candid camera recorded the scene!
Mike

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