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Fika.
Home.
I like this photo. I'm especially glad I could capture the steam coming out of the coffee cup. It is a really decent photo.
But I also like the one on Sunday, when I stopped, waiting for the water to boil, to take a snap of the beautifully coloured vegetables.
That one is more about how things are than this one. It's not like this one didn't happen, it did - and it was delicious! - but it's not how it usually happens.
I feel a bit torn between authenticity and getting the hang of good photography (whatever I think that means).
