This large cup of Gloria Jeans' caramel latte was something I enjoyed yesterday during my visit to the hospital. It was raining and the taste of coffee was cozy on my lips. I laid the cup on the window sill because my Dad had asked me to move next to his bed. He wanted to show me a couple of presentations he had from work and was teaching me about some concepts that might help me with my new job.
It's been a while since I sat with my Dad tutoring me like that. I remember how he used to wake me up at 3am in the morning during my gradeschool years to study for a math exam.
My "inner vision" seems to be more alert these days without my SLR with me. How ironic.
I love the shadows in this photo. I love the reflection of the coffee cup on the windowsill. It speaks to me of a mood just right for coffee and rain.
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1 comment:
this photo is beautiful. like a painting. the lines are striking, yet in context of the whole photo it they are gentle, like the light seeping through the white printed cloth, and the reflection of the coffee cup and the curtains on the slightly opaque, slightly gray windows; which also obscure but beckon into the world beyond the glass.
the coffee cup is undoubtedly the quiet star of the show, all red and green and warm, sitting on the window sill like that.
(my memory of my dad tutoring me was a night of memorizing times tables. it was horrid. my mind was never nicely acquainted with math, and i was crying in frustration and he was running his hands through his hair, which i'm sure would have been torn from his head if it were actually long and not crew-cut. hahaha.)
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