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B/N o colori…l’importanza dell’immagine
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A passeggio con Mariano
la bellezza del B/N …..sfumature di grigio rendono più’ di mille colori

Mariano iannicelli








How this started
Ha iniziato a scrivere queste voci in un quaderno a righe l’inverno il nostro più grande aveva dieci mesi, perché le giornate erano lunghe e potevo già sentirle andare. Il taccuino si è riempito. Poi un altro. Da qualche parte intorno al quarto l’ho spostato qui, soprattutto in modo che mia sorella potesse leggerlo da duecento miglia di distanza.
Ora ci sono due bambini e una casa che abbiamo comprato in nove giorni che è più fuori città di quanto nessuno di noi intendesse. Istruiamo a casa al tavolo della cucina, male il martedì, abbastanza bene il resto della settimana. La maggior parte delle mattine scrivo per venti minuti prima che qualcun altro si alzi. Questo è l’intero metodo.
Weekday hours, mostly. What actually gets eaten. The half hour between homework and supper that I have stopped trying to organise. Slow trips with one bag and low expectations. Six years of lessons at a table that is also where we peel potatoes.
What you will not find is advice. I am not qualified to give any and I have changed my mind about most of it twice. There is nothing to buy, no course, no printable planner. If something here is useful to you, that is a happy accident rather than the point.
Write it down while it is still warm. You will not remember the morning, only that there was one.
Names have been kept, faces have not. The children are old enough now to have opinions about being written about, so anything that is properly theirs stays in the paper notebook where it started.

Norvegia….Natura e bellezza
One of us writes, the rest of us mostly get written about.

Started in a lined notebook the winter the eldest was ten months old, and never quite stopped.

The sister two hundred miles away the blog was moved online for. Still reads every entry first.

Stirs the porridge, fixes the gutters, and only reads the blog when he suspects he is in it.

Grandmother and chief supplier of recipe cards by post. Roughly half the food entries are hers.
There is no editorial calendar and no niche, only the same twenty minutes each morning before the house wakes. Some weeks that makes three entries, some weeks none, and after six years the gaps tell their own story.


One short email at the end of each week. What got written, what got eaten, and a photograph that did not make it onto the blog.
Six years of ordinary days, sorted by season. Start anywhere; the entries are short and nothing needs to be read in order.
Notes from readers get answered slowly but gladly, usually once the children are asleep. Tell me about your week.