|Image From my Urban (NYC) Terrace Garden|
AS SEEN ON TLLG 11-18-10
However, I confess that I used to subscribe to the belief that "memoir style writing" (a genre which I have been fairly good at producing), in terms of most matters, gave voice to those who could not articulate their thoughts and feelings by allowing them to be activated by the "I" pronoun of those who could.
Taking all the aforementioned into consideration, I'll share just a couple of Thanksgiving related things with you on this holiday: "Art", and a "Movie". (Sharing a recipe is probably not an option for me: I despise shopping for food, preparing food, and sometimes even eating food; although to look at my belly you might not surmise the latter).
The "art" I am sharing is the following Black and White photograph, which is titled, Thanksgiving in Riverdale,
and was taken by yours truly at a Thanksgiving party, that I attended many years ago. I wrote about this photograph in a blog entry at the onset of this blog, and you may refer to the related post by clicking here; and with that I wish you and yours a blessed Thanksgiving, dear reader.