Our vacation was so right - crisp mountain air! Two months or so - and some of it in Paris. It was so right that the realness of it all was never worth any of itself in pictures. I thought of so many photo opportunities, kids, adventures, misadventures, landscapes, colors, photogenic avenues, cafés, cute silverware, - but all that has been consumed by us, what's the use posting it? I look at blogs, and wonder if they are just short sighted show-off to people homebound. Why would anyone - me - show off picturesque things with my kiddies in them?
I did snap pictures, meaningful ones, and put them on a blog that is invisible to search engines, and to people outside of our family.
I am back on our kibbutz and wonder why would I photograph rows of flowers, neighbors pretty chickens, a basket of eggs, my lingerie on the clothes line?
Except, I find myself being thrust into the life of the kibbutz, and into its rotational duties. Soon I will have some form of responsibility for taking care of egg laying chickens here. I think this duty has been assigned to women with kids. Probably because we have understood the mothering side of the task. I am planning to wear lingerie while collecting eggs. The theme of eggs - just always rotates around me. That's how it meshes together.