The only difference between your iPhone and my camera is that my inconsequential pics have a higher technical quality. My daily diary is not particularly interesting. I have shots of the cats, where we’ve been, and the food we consumed. Mundane. Boring, no doubt. The stories behind the picture(s)? It’s all an experience/experiment. Does the picture come first or does the narrative come as I take the picture? Both, all of the above, a gorgeous sunset is easy. But I experiment. There are few new pictures. It’s mostly reworking previous subjects in a new situation. Repeat? You bet. New? Some, too. By now I should know what I’m doing and never miss. I should not have to repeat my mistakes. I know what to do. But… most of my stuff (images) is mundane and not worthy of more than a glance. Throw stuff away? A friend told me recently that he dumps all his bad images. Clutter! No clutter! No, no, no. I have faithfully cataloged all of my clutter with a database. Database? Why not? And images are stored on hard drives. There’s no space taken up there. …except if you have too many redundant drives. Anyway, today was mundane. Anything but… Coffee in the antique store, antique store (another), ghost church/cemetery, dinner/anniversary with the cousins, and food! There’s a fine line. But, every day is a gift! Really!! You gotta be smiling by now, YTIMA spelled backwards is llits AMITY.
Not prisoner, Patch. I marked his ear intentionally so as to be able to identify him. It was important. I can’t tell him from Willow, his twin. And Patch had just returned from the hospital for treatment of his hyperthyroidism. He needs extra food. And, we can’t be petting him too much (treatment instructions). So, I marked him. He gets extra food. The disease ravaged his metabolism and he lost more than 1/3 body weight. So, to fatten him… extra food. And his siblings like to share in his bounty. Poor Patch, he’s a work in progress. He will be better in time but for now it’s back to work. And, no one eats alone around here!
A while back we had an excellent Valentine’s Day. We are beyond cards and flowers. Heresy! I shall say, though, we had a splendid day. There was even time for a costume change.
And dinner?! It was our (Colleen’s) favorite restaurant! We have lots of restaurants we like. But there is a number one! Above all others, this was the place! An excellent stout (beer) and crab imperial. Yes!! Flowers? I did a fake bouquet at pottery barn. Hey! It’s the sentiment! And no, we did not buy that $39 bunch. Geez! Good looking and a good $$$ too. No, I followed the road to the heart via the stomach.
Yes, it’s yogurt (thick)! Who invented the spoon and why? How about chopsticks? How about them?! It (fingers) looks like fun. But, I’m a neat eater. I don’t like sauce or mess… or yogurt on my fingers. I guess it’s taught – using utensils. I can pick up a single grain of rice with chopsticks. Neat? Fun? We learn to use flush toilets too. Okay! But, isn’t it hard to look at this kid and not want to wipe her fingers and mouth?
It’s all in the aim, ain’t it? Small implement, small target, messy result.
Here’s a technical tip. Move the camera in front of the eyes and it will look as though your granddaughter is looking directly into your eyes/lens. Cheating? Nope. It’s just good sense. Note: she’s in a waterproof jacket. It cuts down on laundry and makes clean up a bit easier. She still slings food. And, fingers are optional and definitely flavorful.
Sometimes it’s not about the picture. I grew up in Elkins, a small town. This was before fast food, before McD. There was Dairy Queen and Tastee Freez. The later is down to 25 stores. DQ has 6400 in 25 countries. McD is between 14k and 16k. The DQ burger of my (memory) youth was akin to the White Castle “grey” disc. Nothing special, they were a treat whenever mom was feeling like a night off from feeding us real food. So, for the first time since childhood… yes, the first time in many decades, we were persuaded to stop in one while traveling through WV. It was an eyeopener. The burger was huge and greasy. It was as good as any diner burger I have had recently. And the chocolate shake was thick, like a soft serve ice cream. Good!? It was as good (burger) as I could get without making it myself. That good? Maybe I was hungry? Would I return? Maybe it won’t be decades.
Mike rebuked me. I take pictures of everything. “Useless!” he intoned sarcastically. I take pictures of plates of food. Ha! I guess we don’t see eye to eye. (I don’t think – never have seen – he owns a camera. He doesn’t run a blog and he doesn’t care to. Though we’re friends, one might question the commonality of our ways. Since, we’ve (Colleen and I) been here I have passed this joint many a time. I picture it as a fast food type place. No interest. But, finally, on a cold winter night, we looked up the menu and decided to give it a try. Boredom? Not Mike, you know who? and me. We parked and walked to the door. Locked! Lights on! Blazing in the night. Closed! Private party. Ha ha. We won’t be coming back. Sorry. Bad timing?! I was saved! And for Mike, there will be no food picture this time.
It’s been a few months since thanksgiving. I guess it’s safe to mention the following:
1. Eating cold turkey is against the spirit of things. Jess made the bird early on the day of. Jeremy read a Youtube on how to carve? Cold turkey? No! It’s roast turkey. That would be hot. A restaurant would not serve cold turkey except in a sandwich. And even then, it’s hot turkey sandwich!
2. Jess has a phobia about germs. Is the turkey done? And she would never ever!!! stuff the bird. We threw out the sponge after it was used to wipe the counter. Yeah?? me too??
3. Expiration date? The broth was just expired. We almost threw the can out. Keep the can, throw out the broth…
4. My true love, Colleen, precisely cut all the stuffing into precise cubes… only to throw everything together and mash it all together in a crock pot. Yes!! Precise cuts, all the while complaining her knife was dull.
5. I admit I sat in awe! I did not say a word. Speechless! I can and have cooked thanksgiving, soup to nuts for years. No one asked. I did not volunteer. I just sat stupefied. How did they all get this far and never know how to make thanksgiving. To me it is akin to watching a train wreck all the while knowing how to do things. … each was happy in ignorant bliss.
6. Have no expectation. Have no disappointment. I wasn’t. ???
7. Next gen – not too much hope there?
8. The official photographer has no duty but ….
9. Turkey is a duty. There is no more stress than on this day when you make something you make once a year and barely remember “how to” from year to year. The NYT Times published hundreds of recipes and “HOW TO’s” in advance; no one reads NYT around here.
10. Yes, that would be “turkey in a bag.” It’s not picturesque. It looks more like a leftover preview. Hey! Dinner. I can’t complain. My feet were up and my fingers clean the whole way through.
Pronunciation is “close” as in “close to you” not “close the door.” It’s uniquely British/Scottish. We encountered one in Edinburgh that led to a charming little courtyard. And in Stirling it was a garbage filled back alley that led to the next street. You pick. The USA equivalent is a back alley. In Britain it is named (on a map) and designates a narrow alley/walk between two buildings to cross over or enter another space. In our first example it led to a courtyard of buildings. Charming. In the second it led to the adjacent street where we sought Nicky Tam pub – famous Cullen skink. No! It was a dive! We felt unsafe and unclean and quickly exited safe with our lives and our money. We lit upon Brea a few doors down where we slipped in just before dinner rush. They gave Colleen a lovely ½ order of Cullen skink and of risotto, two birds with one stone! And, now for the kicker, I dreamt this post up. Literally, I was sleeping and dreaming of two alternatives to pronouncing the word “close.” So, here we are.