Just a perfect day Today was a quiet day. My elder son, 12, had been driven to his friend’s birthday party, so my younger one, 8, had no one to squabble with. We went roller-skating. I am addicted to it, just like I am to weaving. Roller-skated to a “state of grace”. As far back as yesterday I planned a little photo shoot. Remembered Eldar Ryazanov’s words. This Russian film director said that great architects work for him as artists because their buildings appear in his films. An immodest comparison came to mind: I am Ryazanov and this summer with its flowers surrounding us is ancient architecture. I brought a piece of flower landscape home and took a few shots of flower-and-bag still lifes. Then the bags were abandoned and I was shooting just flowers. And was I happy!