Sunflower Slices
These are all different shots of the same tightly pursed sunflower. (I also cropped each shot a little differently.) But any way you slice it, this guy is about ready to bust open.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Alki Country?
I just got back from a walk around the neighborhood. I went out with the intention of A.) walking off my (5th night in a row!) salmon dinner and B.) taking some flower pictures. In addition to accomplishing both of those goals, I also found both of these treasures: A toy horse that I'm sure is resting in the pasture of some kid's imagination.
And the sheet music/program/(?) that was part of a collection of items that looked like they were either remnants of a garage sale or that they had just gotten left behind when someone cleaned out their car. I loved the graphics. Spectacular indeed!
I just got back from a walk around the neighborhood. I went out with the intention of A.) walking off my (5th night in a row!) salmon dinner and B.) taking some flower pictures. In addition to accomplishing both of those goals, I also found both of these treasures: A toy horse that I'm sure is resting in the pasture of some kid's imagination.
And the sheet music/program/(?) that was part of a collection of items that looked like they were either remnants of a garage sale or that they had just gotten left behind when someone cleaned out their car. I loved the graphics. Spectacular indeed!
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
And Now...Color:
On my way home from all of the grey at the beach, I happened upon this improbably colorful sight: A Steller's Jay hanging out by our neighbor's sunflowers. He only let me get one shot before hopping/flying away (while cussing me out the entire time--they may be beautiful to look at, but they're obnoxious to listen to...)
On my way home from all of the grey at the beach, I happened upon this improbably colorful sight: A Steller's Jay hanging out by our neighbor's sunflowers. He only let me get one shot before hopping/flying away (while cussing me out the entire time--they may be beautiful to look at, but they're obnoxious to listen to...)
Hooray for Grey!
It's a lovely grey day today. Cool (not cold) and breezy. It's the kind of summer afternoon that Alki locals pray for: we finally have our neighborhood back! The beach is deserted except for a few gulls and a handful of people. (Just the way I like it!)
I told you it was breezy. Some rose petals blew off and colored the grey sidewalk...
It's a lovely grey day today. Cool (not cold) and breezy. It's the kind of summer afternoon that Alki locals pray for: we finally have our neighborhood back! The beach is deserted except for a few gulls and a handful of people. (Just the way I like it!)
I told you it was breezy. Some rose petals blew off and colored the grey sidewalk...
Monday, August 28, 2006
Summer Supper
I love heirloom tomatoes. I like to chop them up, mix them with minced garlic, extra virgin olive oil, basil and sea salt. Then I throw that on top of some grilled bread, et voila...dinner is served. (Although tonight, I also had some left over salmon "carpaccio" to throw on the bread too.)
This week, at my favorite grocery store, these organic heirloom tomatoes are on sale for $3.99 a pound. Tonight, I spent about seven dollars on them. But they are worth every penny. They're what summer tastes like...
First slab of supper:
I love heirloom tomatoes. I like to chop them up, mix them with minced garlic, extra virgin olive oil, basil and sea salt. Then I throw that on top of some grilled bread, et voila...dinner is served. (Although tonight, I also had some left over salmon "carpaccio" to throw on the bread too.)
This week, at my favorite grocery store, these organic heirloom tomatoes are on sale for $3.99 a pound. Tonight, I spent about seven dollars on them. But they are worth every penny. They're what summer tastes like...
First slab of supper:
Friday, August 25, 2006
Gone Fishing
Really. I went fishing. Dave, Dad and I went on the salmon charter that Dave's parents usually go on when they're up here. We left out of Chinook, onto the Columbia River and then out to the Pacific where, over the course of 5 hours, we caught about 18 fish, eight of which were OK to keep. I had a good time, and it was great to be out on a boat again. However, the "thrill" of reeling in a fish kind of escapes me. It's more thrilling to me to see the fish on the deck and imagine his future possibilities... Gravlax? Ceviche? Grilled? Planked? Smoked? I am happy to leave the reeling to the people who really enjoy it (while I do my menu planning.)
Hook central:
The first six keepers, cleaned by Tom, (our great guide):
The first of the two fish I reeled in (and the only one that we could keep):
Our eight silvers (although this shot makes it look more like seven and a half):
Really. I went fishing. Dave, Dad and I went on the salmon charter that Dave's parents usually go on when they're up here. We left out of Chinook, onto the Columbia River and then out to the Pacific where, over the course of 5 hours, we caught about 18 fish, eight of which were OK to keep. I had a good time, and it was great to be out on a boat again. However, the "thrill" of reeling in a fish kind of escapes me. It's more thrilling to me to see the fish on the deck and imagine his future possibilities... Gravlax? Ceviche? Grilled? Planked? Smoked? I am happy to leave the reeling to the people who really enjoy it (while I do my menu planning.)
Hook central:
The first six keepers, cleaned by Tom, (our great guide):
The first of the two fish I reeled in (and the only one that we could keep):
Our eight silvers (although this shot makes it look more like seven and a half):
Monday, August 21, 2006
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Party's Over...
After breakfast (and one last trip to the park), Robert came over to pick up Juliet this morning...on his motorcycle. So he got Juliet all good and safety-ed up for the ride home: Leathers (his) and helmet (Holly's--which is almost too small for her).
Even as a biker chick, she's as sweet as pie...
After breakfast (and one last trip to the park), Robert came over to pick up Juliet this morning...on his motorcycle. So he got Juliet all good and safety-ed up for the ride home: Leathers (his) and helmet (Holly's--which is almost too small for her).
Even as a biker chick, she's as sweet as pie...
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
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