An attempt to match photographs I've taken with random thoughts, published on an irregular basis (or perhaps it's vice versa).
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
The Remains of the Tea
After I’ve given an afternoon tea and it’s all over and everyone’s gone home, there is a particularly sweet time in which my guests' presence is still felt in my house. I think back on the giggles and the confidences, the little moments of connection. I like to take time to sit and enjoy that feeling of satisfaction, like a warm summer evening fading into darkness. It’s a part of the event, much as the last note dying away into silence is part of the music.