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gallery(N): Polaroid Dreams
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Why do I dream of Polaroid. It's subtle and ethereal color palate, it's certain softness, it's ability to be manipulated, it's capriciousness. There is no mistaking a Polaroid. Image when you see one. It has a soul no photo-retouching software tricks can replace. Click on image to enlarge. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). All images and content property of Natale Caccamo. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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il fritto misto: Random Act of Poetry
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A natblog: because there's too much stuff in my head keeping me up at night. September 22, 2012. Random Act of Poetry. Fall, leaves, fall. Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;. Lengthen night and shorten day;. Every leaf speaks bliss to me. Fluttering from the autumn tree. I shall smile when wreaths of snow. Blossom where the rose should grow;. I shall sing when night’s decay. Ushers in a drearier day. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Cheap Lazy No Talent Hack.
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il fritto misto: Ghost Stories
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A natblog: because there's too much stuff in my head keeping me up at night. Nature is a haunted house–but Art is a house that tries to be haunted. Most artists I'm sure would agree, the. Inspiration behind making any art—painting,. Photography, poetry, music—is almost always a. Personal journey inward and not very much time is spent wondering who will find this moving? It would, however, be dishonest to think it's not gratifying when someone. Happens to be moved by it ,. Creative wells for their own.
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il fritto misto: Fritto Misto?
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A natblog: because there's too much stuff in my head keeping me up at night. A dish of various foods, typically seafood,. Italian, 'mixed fry'. I think you get the idea). Light olive oil or vegetable oil, for frying. 2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour. 1/2 teaspoon baking powder. Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper. 2 cups seltzer (beer is good too). 12 large shrimp, shelled and deveined. 3/4 pound skinless cod fillet, cut into 12 chunks. 1 small fennel bulb, sliced lengthwise 1/8 inch thick. Drain the...
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il fritto misto: Jennie's Grandson
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A natblog: because there's too much stuff in my head keeping me up at night. April 16, 2013. When I started this blog a few years ago, it was originally intended to be– for the most part– a food and wine blog, with an occasional meandering thought on other things that interested me. As time went on il fm. Evolved into something so much more. In it's current form– it is as the blog description suggests– a place for all. The subject line of the email was pizza as I see it. If you've been following along wi...
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il fritto misto: Born This Day
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A natblog: because there's too much stuff in my head keeping me up at night. September 25, 2012. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Cheap Lazy No Talent Hack. Fifty Ninth Street Station. Good god almighty another blog. I love that camera. Random Acts of Poetry. Shameless Acts of Self Promotion. Sleep (is over rated). Songs of the Season. Surely You Must Have Better Things To Do. Those Nice Bright Colors. Tom Waits is God. Wanna See What My Kid Did? What To Do at The In-laws.
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il fritto misto: Quotes
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A natblog: because there's too much stuff in my head keeping me up at night. A beautiful thing never gives so much pain as does failing to hear it and see it. Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever. Aristophanes. I begin with an idea and then it becomes something else. Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone. All sorrows are less with bread. Mad to be saved, desirous...
