soup to nuts {life}

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Honestly? I don't have a lot for today. As I was straightening up some papers last night (again), I came across some notes I jotted down during our Blogging Your Way Course. I'd said several times that I for the blog I wanted "more evocative photos and writing." Ha! You won't be getting that today! Yesterday kinda knocked us flat around here. Poor Neel had an awful day. He actually handles illness pretty well. If you ask how he's doing, he'll usually say something like Fine, just stuffy. Not Sunday. On Sunday, we got responses like, Pretty awful, actually. He had a big day yesterday. Lunch meeting with the president of the medical school where he works. Neel's also the president of the school's faculty senate and they had their usual monthly meeting last night but it was their first with their new dean. And yesterday morning Neel accidentally too nighttime cold medicine instead of daytime cold medicine. Oops. He mucked through but still feels pretty crummy.

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I had a migraine all flipping day. Fighting technology all day long and freakishly warm winter weather will do that to you. And poor Callum, who has really stepped up his game and is working so hard at being a good kid lately, had to get rubber bands in his teeth in anticipation for bottom braces coming next week. This January has been weird and hard. Maybe I'll start my new year in February from here on out.

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We're all really fine though. Just overwhelmed. The queen-sized sheets I got barely fit our bed, and I think I accidentally washed the pillow cases three times. And I fail to understand how we can start each day with a clean (relatively) kitchen island and end the day, homework aside, with it looking like such a disaster area. At least we found Callum's iPod. Even though my phone continues to misbehave. It works in my car though, so maybe I'll just drive around all week.

And Squarespace! Don't get me started! I have felt nothing but love for this blogging platform since I moved over in November. Until lately. Comments are hard to make and needing approval and this CAPTCHA thing is so stupid. The upside is that I've decided to blame that on the fact that my comments are dropping off and not the fact that all I write is self-indulgent drivel which is how I was feeling about things over the weekend.

I think about these things, you know. I mean, I take pictures, but this isn't really a photography blog. Although I've been asked to talk about my photography process. I'm happy to do that, if you'd like to hear. Would you? I talk about my family and tending to them and raising Callum, but this isn't really a parenting blog. Although I've been told that if I wrote a parenting blog, I'd have at least one reader! (Hi Jenni! I know I owe you an email!) Food plays a big role here too, both as part of the photography and the family-tending, but I rarely include recipes. Would you like that? I'll give you one today, how about? I love to tend to my home and peruse design blogs, but I almost never talk about that here. How weird is that? This is how it always seems to happen for me. Just when I'm trucking along, putting one post in front of the other quite happily, I suddenly panic. There's no theme. There's no niche. What the heck am I doing here?

Yesterday, my very first photography instructor from the Virginia Museum of Contemporary Art asked me (and I'm sure several of her former students) to come and speak to her current advanced class about my photography journey. I am so touched and humbled by this opportunity, alternately fearing that I'll have nothing to say and that I'll talk too much! And the timing was interesting. Right when I was trying to figure all this stuff out. What should I tell them? What should I tell you? So I thought I'd just ask. If you were sitting in that class with me, what about my journey would you want to hear? And to stretch the question, what in general do you want to hear?

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We did not have this soup last night. We had leftovers and Callum had to eat his hot wing dip with a fork because his mouth was too sore for chips. Callum has always been a soup boy. We used to have soup and quesadillas for lunch almost every single day. So I do know what to feed him, even if winter isn't really winter this year. But if it's cold where you live, this minestrone is perfect for winter. It's a good Friday night soup because it's easy, and it's a good Sunday soup because it smells so good bubbling away on the stove. I had a recipe once, but now I just make it up as I go, depending on what I have in the house.

4 slices of bacon, chopped

1 medium to large onion, chopped

4 cloves of garlic, minced

1/3 - 1/2 lb. ground beef

1 cup each, minced celery, carrots, zucchini

2 cups tomato puree

2 cans stewed tomatoes

1 cup chicken or beef broth

1 can French onion soup

5 cups water

1/4 cup red wine

1 teaspoon each basil and oregano

2 cups sliced spinach

1 can garbanzo beans

In a stock pot, cook bacon and drain off fat. Add onions, garlic and beef to bacon and cook until the onions are translucent. Then add celery, carrots, tomatoes, broth, soup, water, wine, herbs and salt and pepper to taste. After about 15 minutes, add zucchini, spinach and garbanzos. Simmer another 15 minutes and serve with grated parmesan cheese. It's even better the next day.

So dear readers, weigh in, if you will. I'd love to hear what you're thinking. And what you'd like to hear. And I'll try to be a little less needy tomorrow!

Project 52:3 {life}

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You can imagine how excited I was to learn that this week's theme in the Project 52 was food. New camera, one that's meant for portraiture and still life photography and one of my favorite subjects! Time to have some fun, people.

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I grabbed these beets at the grocery store this weekend (On my gigantic weekly shop...I can't change on a dime, you know.). We have a nice produce section in our local supermarket, filled with lots of local and organic options. Ideally, I'd start shopping regularly from the Farmer's Market and the seafood market...you get the picture. But these are habits I need to change. Still, I'm starting, when I see some pretty veggies or fruit, to grab it with the thought of taking it up to the studio. I knew that for this week's project, I wanted nothing clever (and believe me, there are lots of clever food photos showing up; I'll try to find the flickr feed to link for you) but instead, just a still life of some gorgeous food.

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You'll note the different light. Some shots were taken in the morning. Some in the evening. Light is amazing isn't it? I'm trying to assimilate so many things right now. The skills that are being taught in my class, the complexities of a new camera. So many people in my class are having things "just click" for them right now. I'm not quite there yet. I'm trying to be paitent with myself and realize that I'm absorbing a lot of things at once. Just keep moving forward and those clicks will come. What I like about these pictures is the gorgeous color of the beets, and how I'm clearly learning to find and trust the light. The folds in the cloth they're resting on remind me that it's new, from our recent visit to Ikea. I like having that little hint to place this photo in the context of our lives.

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Poor Neel ended up with a bit of a bust of a birthday evening last night. All of your comments and the birthday wishes he got on facebook meant so much to him! We had a great dinner, but I got a big-time headache (major temperature drop here), and our son was a big-time headache! Poor Callum. Oh Lordy. Being a (pre) teen is so, so hard. From his very first breath, this kid was intense. He's only getting more so. All fall I've been kicking around a blog post about how challenging parenting him is right now, and I haven't quite gotten there yet. It's still in there, waiting to be written.

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Sometimes, when the meds don't kick it with my head, the only thing that soothes is a super-hot bath. Neel and Callum were mucking their way through some challenging math (rubbing salt in the wound!), so I took myself up to the tub. I'm not sure what happened, but something new upset Callum, and as I sat in the scalding water with my head on the edge of the tub as he cried and cried in the next room, I thought, quite simply, "I don't know what to do for him." And then, just an instant later I thought, I can feed him. That much I can do. I can feed his body and keep on loving him, much as he may push and rail against it.

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Tonight we're attending something called Bowls for the Hungry at Callum's school, as part of their Great Depression studies. (If that's not ironic, I don't know what is!) We'll get a "meagre" meal and the proceeds from the evening will benefit a local food bank. I'll cook these beets for us on Friday, as part of a savory tart I've been wanting to try. With some corn chowder to go along side. I can't think of much more healing and restorative than a bowl of soup. Feeding and loving my family. That's what I can do.