Words + Images

Yesterday’s article highlighted how much the kitchen inspires the photographer in me like in the above image.  Here I remember I just wanted to play around with the colors white and blue.  The kitchen also inspires the writer in me, in part, because the sights and the scents bring back so many happy childhood memories of growing up in Virginia.  For most of my childhood my parents and my brothers and I only went into the living room for a few hours at night to watch television and on Sunday afternoons to greet family and friends visiting after church.  Otherwise, we were in the kitchen around the table eating or playing games.  In talking with my oldest brother, I recently realized that when he shares family stories they most often center in the kitchen as well.  The latest stories focused on our father’s wine making.  More to follow about that! 😉