This post goes for Qurator's Monday Missions. The week's prompt was: "Food Poetry"; so, I provided a photo of a food art masterpiece: cakes with spinach. They always (well, it would be more precise to say: on a regular basis.. not every morning, but nevertheless) inspire me to melt an excellent analogue coffee with spices.
| location: | St.Petersburg, Russia | November 2020 | natural lighting |
| camera/lens: | Canon 5D | Sigma 50mm 1.4 | ex-jpg |
| f 2.8 | t 1/250 | ISO 250 | --- |
Oh, wait, was it a photo challenge, or a poetry contest? did I gone a wrong way with my entry?.. Damn! I am not a poetry person at all. Maybe I can go with this (and if I become a graphomaniac, @qurator would be to blame!!) :
Вначале был шпината пук,
Мука, и яйца, и работа рук
Все станет тлен в конце пути!
Так был ли смысл? Конечно, был.
Движение - все, а цель ничто.
Пусть будет, с чем работать челюстями!
There was a flour, spinach, some eggs ...
They turn decay one day, no doubt.
Was there a point? Of course, it was.
The goal is nothing. Road is everything.
This stop at cakes was beautiful.
We took some pics - now, time to go!