She could write wonderful stories, take the most incredible photographs, nothing was beyond her!
The New Yorker magazine turned down a fantastic story she wrote about her trip to Paris on behalf of the fishermen and women of the USA. Their loss. I doubt they ever read it or they would have published it. I treasure my copy of the article.
I tried but I couldn't stop thinking about all she won't be doing for all of the people who depended on her and whom she loved and helped. Instead of becoming totally depressed I turned to the one thing that cheers me up. AND THAT IS BREAD MAKING. So today I made baguettes and a huge banneton of rye and wheat bread. The rye is resting in the refrigerator until tomorrow. The baguettes are here:
