Here are some of the most beautiful shots of fruits and vegetables that I have ever seen. ( I happen to think that fruits and vegetables are one of the most beautiful creations ever!)
Thanks to Jane Brocket, London, England.
10 years ago
"The lesson [Henry David Thoreau] had taught himself, and which he tried to teach others, was summed up in the one word 'Simplify.' That meant simplify the outward circumstances of your life, simplify your needs and your ambitions; learn to delight in the simple pleasures which the world of Nature affords. It meant also, scorn public opinion, refuse to accept the common definitions of success, refuse to be moved by the judgment of others. And unlike most who advocate such attitudes, he put them into practice." (Walden and Other Writings by Henry David Thoreau--Edited and with an Introduction by Joseph Wood Krutch, Bantam Books, 1962, P. 1)
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This, now, has opened the floodgates of memories! What a lovely blog and I'm with you, I just love looking at beautiful fruits and vegetables. We stayed in Notting Hill on our trip to England 3 years ago...Portobello Road was right around the corner. I left four tired and unadventurous Smith's in the hotel room and ventured out in the surrounding neighborhood for an evening stroll but the street markets had all closed. Then I realized I was alone on foot in a foreign country at sunset. It was a mixture of that wonderful feeling of anonymity mixed with YIKES, I better get back! This was topped only by visiting Kensington Palace/Gardens at the end of a day of touring (again the 4 tired Smith's went back to the hotel). Another rich life experience, soaking in the local streets, walking around the pond full of swans in Hyde Park, posing in front of the famous and ornate gates of the Palace that 10 years ago were laden with flowers for the Princess of Wales when, exit stage left, the skies opened up and a deluge of rain poured down. I dashed up the side street that led to the hotel, stopping along the way for shelter in little shop doorways, feeling so exhillarated and yet vulnerable. When I reached the main road there was a wonderful little European deli where I stopped for sandwiches on lovely fresh baguettes to bring back to the 4 tired unadventurous Smith's. Ah, the memories!
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