Time to end the Black Coffee project. I think. But the door is not closed. Something may suddenly happen one day that need to belong to the project. Like when I found an older shot from my insta period when I was experimenting a lot with my iPhone. It was long before the coffee project but I instantly felt that it belongs to my coffee collection.
Anyway for now as I now for now, this is the last entry and the last shot is the last and latest. To see the entire series, just click on a shot and you will be thrown away to the Black Coffee album at flickr.
Damn good coffee.
I will never be a poet. But it happens from time to time when words starts popping out from my head that wants to be written. Without any particular reason as I know. It just feels good to get it out from my head. It often starts very random and then I try to put it together into something.
There he is. Without no name. Without a face. Without a memory. There is so many, so who really care. Which is mine. Oh, I forgot I’m nobody. I’m your shadow in the dark. The light in the sun. The face in the window. Where am I going.
Actually almost all of my posts start in similar way. It’s seldom that I have any manuscript ready in my head of what to write about. And then it grows into something.
Sometimes I wonder why I’m doing it. Writing about everything and nothing. It’s probably more for myself than someone else. Like a tree that wants to grow.
And the Black Coffee project continues with random moments of shots whenever at the round table (ok, and in close range around the round table). Coffee is a good companion when you try to think. And beside that snus. You know, that tobacco stuff from Sweden that you put under your lip.
the moon the tulips and the coffee
Meanwhile the Black Coffee project continues behind the scene.
Whatever the meaning of this project is meant to be, I will continue post some photos from time to time. Just as I randomly will shoot coffee time moments in the kitchen whenever I get into the mood.
I have not thought about more than it will be about coffee and the kitchen. Except that there will be no limits. Not even time or when it will end. I think I’ll know when I know.
Till then, it’s a coffeeabout
Have it nice ::.. Smike
Hello my friends!
This is going to be not long. I write to much every time. Sometimes you need to try to get short. It’s good for your health to calm down your thinking.
I love black coffee, just ordinary black coffe. No more, no less but just coffee. I also love to sit in the kitchen. I’m in the kitchen writing right now. With my coffee. Sometimes I have music in my head too.
All of a sudden something came up in my head. For some days I have been taking one or another photo in my kithen doing nothing special, editing photos or blogging. Maybe I shall do some kind of drinking coffe in the kithen project. Collecting different moments and what comes in mind through time and see what happens.
yeah, I’ll do that. Starting today the – the drinking “Black Coffee” in the kitchen project.