May 17, 2010 | 9:03 a.m. | Maple syrup and onion | Cafe Berlin
In the process of sharing some of my apples and sausage with my brother, I spilled. It was a happy spill.
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spill1: (spil) vt.
1 to cause or allow, especially accidentally or unintentionally, to run, fall, or flow over from a container, usually so as to result in loss or waste [who spilled the milk?]
Well, Mr. Webster, I spilled the milk – and more than once! There is nothing like a little (or big!) spill to keep us humble. What is life if we can't laugh at our own idiosyncrasies?
Though I am a photographer, this is no attempt at a "professional" spill photo blog. I will use whatever tool I have at the time to document my spill, be it a borrowed iPhone, point-and-shoot or digital SLR camera. The photos I post will not be judged on sharpness, composition or quality. Afterall, this blog is a confession of imperfection.
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