At 6am, still sleepwarmed, I looked into the mirror and found this wildhaired, middleaged woman looking back at me. We never really see ourselves, we never have that luxury. We can only see ourselves as a reversed image in reflective glass or though the product of the lens of a camera. Is that image who we are? Each camera image of myself looks entirely different than the last, just as every self portrait is different also. I may test my theory this week and draw a new self portrait every day to track the differences. Are they in me or in my view of me? A little of both I suspect.
I was given a little watercolour Moleskine notebook that I christened today with an image of green tomatoes. Watercolour is still a medium that I feel I am learning each time I use it. It is as if it has a life of its own once water is added, rather like that little creature Gizmo, in the old Gremlins movie. I believe it was water anyway. I'm sure someone will correct me if I'm wrong.
Fried green tomatoes are a delight to eat which I discovered a few years ago through a friend who offered them up for supper one day. They're so easy to make and wonderful to eat - also a great way to use up a glut of green tomatoes in the garden.
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