le grille-pain de la classe moyenne. une photo du matin.
I was washing off the breakfast dishes when I turned and looked over my shoulder, out toward the gardens. The most humble of appliances caught my eye and I marveled at the way the soft light of morning wrapped around the metal chassis. Just behind me on the butcher block prep table was a camera set to photograph in monochrome. Or, in the parlance of the ordinary man; black and white.
I picked the camera up, carefully focused the standard lens on the front and gently tripped the shutter button. Then, placing the camera back on the table, I spent a quiet moment just observing the play of light as a breeze blew through the trees outside. Trees overburdened with new green leaves, creating the effect of ever-moving illumination. Dancing beams of soft light. Mirrored by the brushed aluminum finish of my favorite kitchen tool. The one I use most often. And with the best results.
If a refrigerator gives us problems I try to be patient; waiting for parts, waiting for service people to arrive. But if the toaster goes awry I'll have it replaced in a day. Some things are critical to modern life. The toaster more so that a phone or a blender.
While I stood admiring the toaster in all of its glory it dawned on me that it had been a week since I last emptied the crumb tray at the bottom. I did so, being very careful not to drop toasted and re-toasted bread crumbs on the newly washed kitchen floor.
Simple pleasures. Toasting bread. Irish butter. Warm Coffee. A quiet start...
The refrigerator seems to be repaired now...
