77/365 These aren't actually from my morning walk. They're from my trip over to our friends' house, where we went for a meal before the yom kippur fast started. We go there every year, and every year I forget to take home my dish or my platter or my utensils. Then they stay there for a whole year until we go again. So this time I packed everything up in a brown paper bag, ready to take home right on the spot. Except I forgot the bag.
But I did go yesterday to get it, which means my utensils won't spend a year languishing in our friends' kitchen.
I like this better on black.