Once more, this morning I sensed that impulse in the mindset of freezing frames, commonly known as photographing. Simultaneously, I was overwhelmed by the thought of delighting in the air of the city of Vienna. Not precisely to relive what the Viennese take pleasure in with their palate but rather to set myself in their state of being — one of simplicity, with joy and elegance.
The result was a breakfast presentation to resemble the joys I have known amongst them, much less to recapture the content of their first meal in celebration of the new day:
a small dish with the blueberries I heated a couple of hours in wine, ginger, and vanilla — just days ago
a bit of almond butter
Like their Wiener Schmäh is not merely a dialect but a humorous way of life in communication, this was about the expression, the experience, the joy of being.