Finally, a legible taken-from-inside feeder photo! Bright winter sunlight. G2, Pentax 135mm f6.7 1/320 tripod+remote.
What a weird-weathered growing season it’s been. September spent itself pretending to be June, and the plants joined in accordingly.
Photos with the G2 and Pentax ST 1:2/55. Even with mid-morning light, a tripod would have helped.
Winter hangs on, in a twenty-knots-to-remind-you-that-this-pig-didn’t-build-a-brick-house kind of way. Another Sunday, another simmering afternoon.
Chili, of the both-beef-and-beans variety.
Oil to cover the bottom of the soup pot. One big onion, sliced and softened. Add a metric boatload of garlic, since the stuff from fall harvest has run out and you had to pick up the flavorless, grocery-store stuff, and beef. My kit is ill-equipped to grind, so we voxelize isotropically a medium sirloin. Add and brown. Therewhilst, toast and grind one recipesworth of Bittman’s chili powder. I left out the cayenne, favoring my dainty palate.
Smear the spice mix into the meaty onions and stir to coat, then add the simmerings: a cup of stock, a cup of pureed tomatoes, a healthy splash of cider vinegar. Cooked lowly and slowly, perhaps an hour before adding beans (a 15 of kidneys and a 15 of cannolinis) and loadsa green bell pepper. A bit of salt. Ready when it feels ready.
This year’s photo taken after-hours at the music settlement, with a Canon T3i and some modern descendant of a nifty fifty. Photoshopped just enough to clean the spit-up from selected shoulders. We also ran a few prints of this at Dodd Camera, who did a fine job.
In related news, the Lounge at WYC/CHO is spruced for the season.
A warm and early season this year. I suppose the actual first harvest was their scapes, but even these bulbs were done by the beginning of July. I think these are Armenian hardneck, our backyard’s second generation.
That’s an iphone photo, by the way. To compensate for having no depth of field from its, what, order-of-a-millimeter focal length, I desaturated the grass in the background using Snapseed, which I like and mention here as a return of karma, since I picked it up on price-reduced-to-free day.
Old paint off. New paint on. Nine working days time three to five painters and laborers each day; glad I didn’t spend too long wondering if I could do it myself.
A blog post! For what occasion? The second major holiday of 2012 has arrived: Bike to Work Day.*
Commuter bike made minimal progress on my data analysis. On the upside, I identified a good use for MBOC4.
[*] In celebrating, I’ll put aside my grudge against the League for rebranding themselves – I preferred “League of American Wheelmen”. Since then, I’ve felt entirely out-of-place in my wheeling scarf.
Yuppie mug, accompanied by hand-knit yuppie press pot sweater: the latter a bit violent, perhaps.