What's In a Cup of Coffee?

If coffee prices continue to follow their upward trend, on a weekly basis you may end up paying as much for your cup of coffee as you do to fill-up your automobile's gasoline tank. An innocent four dollars spent a day at your favorite coffee shop amounts to $960+ annually.

In the end, you have to ask yourself if having nothing to show for it is worth drinking that money away.

If only we made a concerted effort to curtail our daily spending, we could invest in something that offers a tangible benefit - not just now but something for future generations to enjoy. Rarely do we think about our daily spending habits and how quite literally we are throwing money right down the drain.

Your name in stone, how's that for tangible? If you are lucky, you are a multimillionaire that makes generous donations to organizations that name buildings after you!

Well…there is a substantially less expensive way for your name and face to live on for posterity - it's called an heirloom portrait.

Whether your investment in a heirloom portrait is for the boardroom or the stairwell in your home, future generations will see, will remember, and will enjoy your image - a confirmation of your existence in the world.

While some portraits might be formal in nature, they may also be environmental (natural surroundings as opposed to a studio backdrop) and reflect your occupation or hobby. Generally these portraits are three-quarter or from the waist up and are framed.

Put down that cup of coffee and call your photographer today! So what are you waiting for? Additionally, there are different paper substrates available for giclee printing such an archival fine art matte or canvas. Watercolor or oil painting effects can be applied to photographic images to make it truly unique. Depending on your taste a heirloom portrait can be black and white, sepia, or color.

Coffee House Poet (a poem)

(Written at the Coffee House)

Here is where I meet my friends, have long conversations; glances, can't remember all their names— (all the time) my coffee cup often jumps, when they come by, breaking up the moment of my concentration….

Women want to borrow chairs—often around my table; I'm a regular here—; everyday until-night, from three to almost midnight… writing, reading, drawing, it's what I do, I'm a poet.

Three's the professor, from the U of M; and Johannes, a poet and friend; and then, there is Papa Bear, he works at the Airlines, worried, ‘Northwest,' is going out of business

And then there is Gene, he likes erotica; and Kathy, she's a Faulkner fan; and Royce, a lawyer, he has no real choice; and Mathew, he's a writer of songs, and music

And then there is Janet, she's loves the word of God; and Michelle, she likes the law also; and there's Cindy W., a poet who loves ‘Plath,' and Gary and Sue, book lovers too, and me, a plain poet.

I have learned much from all my friends, at the Coffee House, at the B & N, in Roseville—and that we all love to inhale the odor of Coffee, books and conversation; I think fate has brought us here; Amen!

Dedicated to my friends at the Coffee House; #1257 3/2/06 revised 2/5/06