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Yes, I’m a fan. The Alchemist is one of those books, the impact of which can best be explained by Henry David Thoreau’s quote “How many a man has dated a new era in his life from the reading of a book.” Thank you, Mr Coelho, for being the catalyst of a new era in my life and for keeping me company in my journey with your other books.
You know you have read a good book when you turn the last page and feel a little as if you have lost a friend. ~ Paul Sweeney
A little while ago, I realized that while I had no trouble remembering the stories, I was having a hard time recalling names of books I’ve been reading and sometimes even forgot the authors’ names. Thus, entered the book journal. Some hours later, a blank notebook lying around my apartment got a brand new cover.
A few book related quotes that made it to the cover:
This is one of my all time favorite cards. It comes from Hallmark. Check out the e-card version!
My summer has been dotted with trips to the Tucker Square Greenmarket. Almost every Thursday I walk down with a big empty bag and then take the subway back to my apartment. I walked back the first few times, but quickly gave up on it, mostly because my bag got too heavy and really, I could barely wait to get home and dig into the spoils of my farm market adventure — ripe plums and heirloom tomatoes, fresh baked bread, my latest favorite cheese (Frolic from Bobolink Dairy), berries, apricots, cucumbers, basil and of course, fresh peaches.
Fresh from the farm fruits and veggies make me very happy. It’s like holding the energy of the sun that went into creating these amazing bounties of nature right in my hands. And, unlike most grocery store sprayed-to-the-max stuff, you can actually smell these fruits. Anyways, back to peaches. I’ve had peaches in many forms and in many dishes before, but what the peach farmer told me opened up a whole new world of deliciousness for me. Peaches in a sandwich!
Yes, peaches with cheese, cucumbers, tomatoes, fresh basil and a teensy dash of salt and pepper and a little sprinkle of olive oil, all held together between two slices of fresh baked bread. Nothing else. Nothing more. And, as fall rolls around, I’m going to miss summer a bit more than usual this year.
Lemon. Sun. Sunflowers. Joy. Sand. Beaches. Pineapples. Parachutes. Coldplay. Clocks. Music. Loud. City. Life. Vibrant. Rich. Creamy. Energy. Sensation. Beauty. Nature. Cosmopolitan. The World. New York. Love. Scenery. Concrete. Amazing. Symphony. Cacophony. Rythm. Drums. African Drums. Central Park. Violin. Bagpipes. Imagine. Water. Obelisk. Museum. Cherish. Living. One Life. Peaches. People. Yellow Cabs. Traffic. Throbbing. Energy. Soak It Up. Breathe It In…Here.
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Clockwise from left: ‘Lemon’ by me, soft pastel on paper, February 2011; Sunflowers at the Beal Botanical Garden, Michigan State University, September 2008; Strawberry Fields, Central Park, New York City, April 2011; Times Square, New York City, November 2010.
A Thursday afternoon discovery — warm, crunchy toast smeared with a generous dollop of Nutella, topped off with sliced strawberries. I had to take photos and share.
There is an explosion of life as the trees dance in joy. Birds spread their wings. Butterflies flutter in the air.
This photo was taken on a beautiful summer day by my friend Leon while I held the leaf to steady it against the breeze. It was also on this drive/walk through the English countryside that we saw a beautiful full rainbow.
