misswhistle

when i sing she doesn't care; when i whistle she looks at me expectantly

Pages

This is from a stunning set of sunrise photographs in Slate:

SPAIN—1990.

Posted by Miss Whistle at 10:04 AM

Posts

Posts

Comments

Comments

Joan Didion on the Santa Anas

From Slouching Towards Bethlehem: There is something uneasy in the Los Angeles air this afternoon, some unnatural stillness, some tensi...
Jung & Horse

There has a massive outpouring of love for Mark Wallinger's white horse , the 165 foot sculpture which will be placed at the new Interna...
Morning swim

I think if everyone started their days this way, with a swim in the Oslo fjord, in the cool blue water, when there isn't a sound but the...
My grandmother's Stroganoff

This is a story about Beef Stroganoff. But before your mind wanders to sour cream and Russian Tzars, picture the small kitchen in which it w...
More reasons for grace

There's a comforting lilt to posts I've written in the past about food and family. The lovely Amy Ephron would poach (no pun intende...

Click Briar, she's watching <3

Powered by Blogger.