I can’t believe it is November 30, and the end of NaBloPoMo – although in my mind, I kept thinking it was NaNoBloPoMo – National November Blog Posting Month. I am proud of myself that I did sign up in the first place and with a combination of the provided prompts and those from the FMS Photo A Day challenge, I was able to complete the month! (Except I realize that I forgot to list the daily posts on the log.)
Things that occurred to me today:
- Whoo hoo! I did it. A good sense of accomplishment.
- It has been good to start writing again
- I have also really enjoyed the FMS Photo a day challenges more because of the opportunity to provide more of a narrative
- I do need to push myself to write more – still looking for my voice.
- I am going to sign up for December!
I appreciate anyone who has dropped by to have a peek and also discovered some new blogs to follow.
B L A C K
I was the child of a mother of an era that believed young girls should not wear black. And for a long while since she did pay for my wardrobe for a time, I did not have any black clothing save for a a pair of jeans, and a likely a pair of dress pants and skirt. It was fine as a trade off as I pretty much refused to wear pink until more recent times.
While this is a photo prompt, likely due to the fact that it is “Black Friday” in the USA, and now north of the border and across the oceans now.
A friend of mine nominated me to participate in a Black and White photo challenge. Each day, I was to post a photo in black and white, and nominate a different person to participate each day for 5 days in a row.
I grew up seeing a few family albums in black and white, and I am sure, like many, re-discovered them when I saw Ansel Adams photographic prints. I love colour and usually post my photos in full on and sometimes highlight the colour so it was a challenge to find photos that I had taken that would show as well, and in some cases perhaps even better, in black and white.
This cartoon was posted separately, by two friends of mine in an international Whisky Women group we belong to. It illustrates the misconception and stereotypes that still exist about what women drink or prefer to drink.
For the record, I usually prefer my whisky neat. 43-45% abv is about the level I enjoy but sometimes do enjoy higher proof, cask strength, non chill-filtered whiskies. Like wine, I have no favourite; it all depends on mood, weather, company. I do like cocktails, but we are very lucky in Vancouver that we have a great cocktail culture here with delicious concoctions well beyond a Cosmopolitan.
The question is why is whisky, as a libation, still have a gender bias?