I’ve had this blog for about two months now and I’ve been struggling with finding my voice. I started it as a way to encourage me to photograph anything and everything in my day-to-day life, and while I have been doing that, I never really know what to say about the photos that I post. I suppose I want the photos to speak for themselves, but really every photo, no matter how simple, has a story. Perhaps this exercise may inadvertently improve my writing skills as I work to tell these stories?
So what does this have to do with bruschetta? Well nothing, except that it happens to be another image that I wanted to post but didn’t really know what to say about it. Made from heirloom tomatoes, basil and a garlic spread we picked-up at the farmer’s market, it was another delicious meal a-la my fabulous husband/personal chef.
