My exhibited photo, a copy of which in big size, I sold a few years ago.
See also my collections at www.flickr.com/photos/joyoflife/collections/
Before digital and flickr - taken 12 years ago, it shows then already then I have begun
This breakfast has a long story behind it, and is an "as is" of one of my morning breakfasts taken with Olympus, a camera I started with, borrowed from my son. .
I begun, again to try to loose weight. Was it Scarsdale ? I lost it - alas, as usual, gained back.
I remember that morning, putting down my plate in the kitchen near the fridge. Discovering a reflection, a good angle. Taking the camera. At that time, I did not take so many pictures as each had to be given to shop for developing, printing, costing money.
I remembered, then:
When I was young, I wanted to have a breakfast in bed, like my grand-father. My grand-mother always brought it for him. Sometimes in my life, a lot later, someone did it to me, but last years I do it to myself.
My grand-mother continued to bring breakfast in bed also in the Bergen Belsen camp where they were imprisoned as jews, for more then six month and not knowing if ever they come out alive. She stayed in line twice, for the black liquid and almost nothing, and eat hers whith him in the hospital barack where he stayed, then, went back to hers where her grand children were.
She tells it all (wrote it there and later in Switzerland) in her journal that I published on web in a blog,
I try not to gain weight and have only a toast in the morning, but nowdays, I often take my breakfast while I blog in the morning, and often the cafee is cold before I remember to drink it, but blogs and flickr are so great!