I read a thought provoking piece in the paper today about the filthy landscape of garbage and gravel that emerges in Edmonton every spring once the snow thaws. When the seasons are in transition, I often get caught up in the excitement that warmer weather is around the corner and happily join in with coworkers or fellow pedestrians on the street proclaiming how...
.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } the red short diaries... © Raffaella Loro After several design drafts, lengthy discussions about workspace geometry and kitchen function Aryn and I have finally succeeded in the plan and purchase of our new kitchen. The process was a little stressful, especially considering...
.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } I was full framed... © Raffaella Loro For the past several weeks I've been preoccupied with everything other than photography. Over these past weeks, it has become obvious that I was becoming a perpetual melancholic, always complaining about some thing or another...
.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Lazia 00-58 (Large) © Raffaella Loro I feel like I've been on mute for the past while... there's been a lot of activity but no sound. ...
