The peonies from last week's farmers market have been delightful. They seem more beautiful and fragrant than "normal" or it could be as simple as the enchantment of the first acquisition of the year. It makes no difference, they are splendid.
Every time I pass by the table and catch a glimpse or a whiff of their perfume, I grab the camera. Every angle seems photo-worthy.
I think I told you that I planned to watch Anatomy of a Fall after seeing a review from someone who had watched it recently and said something like "it make me think differently about the truth". For sure don't quote me on that... but you get the drift. It was something sort of similar. We sat through the first 20 minutes before we turned on the subtitles. Don't do what we did.
It's engrossing for sure. I have no idea what really happened in terms of the fall. But that's not the point of the movie. It's about how it all plays out in the aftermath and then how the viewer imagines life will go on for the wife and the son who are left behind. Maybe each wondering what the other believes is the truth? It's twisty. But good.
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