#83: Sewing machine
‘I am certain that a Sewing Machine would relieve as much human suffering as a hundred Lunatic Asylums, and possibly a good deal more.’ – Margaret Atwood, Alias Grace
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#82: Dance, dance
‘Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.’ – Voltaire
#81: Magnolia
‘Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.’ – F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
#80: Train picnic
‘I don’t know why, but the meals we have on picnics always taste so much nicer than the ones we have indoors,’ said George.’ – Enid Blyton, Five Go Off in a Caravan
#79: New growth
‘It’s very simple. As you grow, you learn more.’ – Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie
#78: Wine tasting
‘Accept what life offers you and try to drink from every cup. All wines should be tasted; some should only be sipped, but with others, drink the whole bottle.’ – Paulo Coelho, Brida
#77: Ridiculous socks
“One can never have enough socks,” said Dumbledore. “Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn’t get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.” – J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone I like wearing ridiculous socks. They’re usually hidden under boots or inside shoes, and no one knows but… Continue reading #77: Ridiculous socks
#76: Phantom of the Opera
‘Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind In this darkness which you know you cannot fight’ – Phantom Of The Opera, Music Of The Night Roughly this time last year I visited Paris and went on to the Palais Garnier, home to both the Opéra national de Paris and the legendary Phantom of the… Continue reading #76: Phantom of the Opera
#75: Portrait
‘A photograph can be an instant of life captured for eternity that will never cease looking back at you.’ – Brigitte Bardot
#74: My dad and his dog
‘Dogs are our link to paradise. They don’t know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring–it was peace.’ – Milan Kundera Another old photo today…