I took it on the day of and I posted it online to the group so that’s something at least.
Today I will be photographing a birth and I’m sure that there will be a photo that I want to use for my DPP and I probably won’t want to share it in a post with a picture of my cozy bed. So here’s last night’s on time but posted late day fourteen.
Man, I was ready to climb in and snuggle down!
He’s my calm when everything is going crazy.
The voice of reason in the midst of irrational thought.
He’s the place I go when I need to hide.
My strength when I cannot.
He makes me laugh and upon occasion, cry.
He gives me balance and aside from my children he’s the one who causes my heart to fill near to bursting with love.
He is my beloved and I am his.
Fresh bread. There is nothing quite like that smell. Or taste.
I remember the first time I really tried to make bread from scratch. I got together with a friend of mine and I believe we had some success…in brick making maybe. I think if we had dropped one of our loaves we could have put a hole in the floor.
Another time someone gave me starter for that delicious sweet Amish friendship bread. You know the really high maintenance one that has to be fed every day and can’t be in a metal bowl and can only be stirred with a wooden spoon while you stand on one foot and recite the alphabet backwards in Latin? At least that’s how it felt to me before the container it was in exploded all over everything.
Since that fiasco I have pretty much limited myself to nothing more than eating homemade bread.
But several months ago a kind bread making friend not only gifted me with one of her loaves of sourdough but also some of her starter. I will admit that I was leery of the gift but I am happy to say that I have not killed the starter nor have I made any bricks to form a new patio or pathway. I have however consistently found success with this very forgiving and easy to use sourdough starter.
Today’s picture comes from my very first attempt at making a pretty artisan type bread. It looked really pretty and the taste was good too. I’m still not sure I would call myself a bread maker but I am feeling a little less like a total novice these days.
I really wasn’t sure if I had ruined this because I actually flattened it our with a rolling pin before adding the seasoning I wanted and braiding it.
Obviously my artisan skills still need a bit of work but when your trial and errors taste this good, does anyone really mind?
Oh, you know what? I need to try this out on the brown sugar and cinnamon loaf next time!
In which I get sort of artsy. And as usually happens a few times during this project I couldn’t choose just one photo.
I love frosty and sparkling winter mornings, don’t you?
I’ve tried free lensing before but I don’t practice enough to be really good at it. But I did like the way this one turned out. Maybe it’s the purple hues but I am making it my choice for day ten.
While I may not free lens often I do enjoy a little reverse lens macro. It’s amazing to me how the light can change and the hue and color tone of an image shift within seconds from one frame to the next when taking pictures. Maybe that explains my whole fascination with photography.
I liked the underlying brightness to this image which is why I just couldn’t not post it. Beautiful winter mornings should be shared though so enjoy!