I've been enjoying [insert sarcasm graphic] a little stomach virus and had no desire/energy to think about posting for several days and I definitely missed a few days of taking a shot in there. I tried to get a picture, any picture those days but just trying to put the camera on the tripod (since I wasn't going to be holding it steady) required an immediate nap, so I gave up.
Now I'm swamped with some school stuff as I try to recover so I'm just going to say "no playing with the camera or pictures" until this is done which should be next week. Cheers!
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Snow!
47/365
Prospect Park during another snowfall. Not much else to say.
As always, you can click on the image to see a larger version.
Prospect Park during another snowfall. Not much else to say.
As always, you can click on the image to see a larger version.
Lights. Camera. Action
46/365
Kind of an eh day. Snowy, cold, lots of school work to do and not much time for playing with my camera. I took this late at night from the kitchen looking out to the deck, with the window open. I don't remember what light was on, but it wasn't much. This is a long exposure of 1.6 seconds. For some reason this looks like a fake scene on a tv show, hence the posting title.
Kind of an eh day. Snowy, cold, lots of school work to do and not much time for playing with my camera. I took this late at night from the kitchen looking out to the deck, with the window open. I don't remember what light was on, but it wasn't much. This is a long exposure of 1.6 seconds. For some reason this looks like a fake scene on a tv show, hence the posting title.
Love is in the box
45/365
I think Valentine's Day is all about the February 15th sale candy. Craig kind of wanted to go out to eat, partially just due to lack of food at home, but we decided that the restaurant situation would be bad, re: crowded and boring prix fix menus. We opted for the much more romantic option, a heart-shaped pizza. If I had not been so hungry and eager to dig in, I would have looked at this picture and tried for a more flattering one or one of just the pizza. Note to self: if I wouldn't leave the house like that, don't take a picture of myself like that.
I think Valentine's Day is all about the February 15th sale candy. Craig kind of wanted to go out to eat, partially just due to lack of food at home, but we decided that the restaurant situation would be bad, re: crowded and boring prix fix menus. We opted for the much more romantic option, a heart-shaped pizza. If I had not been so hungry and eager to dig in, I would have looked at this picture and tried for a more flattering one or one of just the pizza. Note to self: if I wouldn't leave the house like that, don't take a picture of myself like that.
Foods of the gods.
44/365
Can't. Stop. Making [and eating]. Pumpkin Loaf. I really got on a kick with this stuff and the batter is as good as any cake or cookie batter. I like the uncooked version of desserts so much that I once requested chocolate chip cookie dough (not the cookies) as my birthday dessert, and of course my loving mother obliged. I like to think that all these years of eating raw egg has strengthened my system to salmonella and that is why I get food-poisoning (aka stomach flu) rarely. Or maybe I'm just rationalizing my behavior to make those of you who fear raw egg feel better about this.
The recipe is so easy and the result is so good that I just kept (I have sworn to stop for at least a few months) making it. Do you see how full the mixing bowl is? I made a triple batch of the batter and made lots of small loaves to share and freeze. If you missed my previous post on this bread, the recipe is here.
Can't. Stop. Making [and eating]. Pumpkin Loaf. I really got on a kick with this stuff and the batter is as good as any cake or cookie batter. I like the uncooked version of desserts so much that I once requested chocolate chip cookie dough (not the cookies) as my birthday dessert, and of course my loving mother obliged. I like to think that all these years of eating raw egg has strengthened my system to salmonella and that is why I get food-poisoning (aka stomach flu) rarely. Or maybe I'm just rationalizing my behavior to make those of you who fear raw egg feel better about this.
The recipe is so easy and the result is so good that I just kept (I have sworn to stop for at least a few months) making it. Do you see how full the mixing bowl is? I made a triple batch of the batter and made lots of small loaves to share and freeze. If you missed my previous post on this bread, the recipe is here.
Lots of chocolate for me to eat.
43/365
"Lotsa coal makin' lotsa 'eat!" This was a last minute effort to just get a picture, any picture for the day at midnight. I love chocolate and was happy when I remembered that we picked up these fancy chocolates (one is ancho chili and one is pumpkin) at the Chocolate Room the day before and snapped this picture before eating them. YUM! The title of the post and that first line are from a song in "My Fair Lady" that I often sing in my head while eating chocolate or other activities in the song. You have to imagine it in a cockney accent to get the full effect.
"Lotsa coal makin' lotsa 'eat!" This was a last minute effort to just get a picture, any picture for the day at midnight. I love chocolate and was happy when I remembered that we picked up these fancy chocolates (one is ancho chili and one is pumpkin) at the Chocolate Room the day before and snapped this picture before eating them. YUM! The title of the post and that first line are from a song in "My Fair Lady" that I often sing in my head while eating chocolate or other activities in the song. You have to imagine it in a cockney accent to get the full effect.
Really, this is a photograph.
42/365
I decided to take the camera along for Shep's evening walk in the park. It was later than ideal for shooting freehand (no tripod), but I got a few okay shots of the park covered in snow and I'll post those on my flickr account. But from this batch, I can't stop looking at this, unedited image. I was leaning against a tree trying to get the sunset through the woods with a long exposure, but obviously I did not manage to hold the camera still enough as I sank through the snow. I think the effect looks like a painting, but I can't decide if it's more Van Gogh or Monet or another. I wonder if I could recreate this effect on purpose? That could be my style!
I think it looks better, bigger. Just click on it to see a bigger version.
I decided to take the camera along for Shep's evening walk in the park. It was later than ideal for shooting freehand (no tripod), but I got a few okay shots of the park covered in snow and I'll post those on my flickr account. But from this batch, I can't stop looking at this, unedited image. I was leaning against a tree trying to get the sunset through the woods with a long exposure, but obviously I did not manage to hold the camera still enough as I sank through the snow. I think the effect looks like a painting, but I can't decide if it's more Van Gogh or Monet or another. I wonder if I could recreate this effect on purpose? That could be my style!
I think it looks better, bigger. Just click on it to see a bigger version.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Blizzard 2010
41/365
Snowpocalypse. Snowmageddon. Whatever you call it, the news world made the impending storm out to be a real doozy. It wasn't. We only got around a foot most places. This shot is of our neighborhood branch of the public library. I was heading to the park to take pictures during the storm but the wind and fall became to heavy for me to keep the camera out without soaking it.
Snowpocalypse. Snowmageddon. Whatever you call it, the news world made the impending storm out to be a real doozy. It wasn't. We only got around a foot most places. This shot is of our neighborhood branch of the public library. I was heading to the park to take pictures during the storm but the wind and fall became to heavy for me to keep the camera out without soaking it.
Sleepy time
40/365
Nothing beats a clean, fluffy bed. I washed everything this day, the sheets, the pillows, the comforter. Enough said.
Nothing beats a clean, fluffy bed. I washed everything this day, the sheets, the pillows, the comforter. Enough said.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
About 10 hours before this picture, he didn't seem so sweet
39/365
Shep looks so sweet and innocent here, doesn't he? Don't let that sleeping pup fool you.
This morning I woke up and headed out to the park early because I had some school work I needed to do before heading into campus and I usually go straight in after walking Shep. There were lots of squeaky toys in the meadow (that's another post for another day) so we headed into the woods to another area with my friend and her dog. After a nice long walk and some good playtime with other dogs, we all headed back through the woods to go home. Along the way Shep and his buddy Kodiak found something dead and my darling dog rolled in it. He didn't just rub his neck on it. No, he thoroughly rubbed his entire body in the stink. It really was impressive how well he coated himself. I didn't really notice until we got home and I knew my work was out the door and he was into the tub. I tossed him in and scrubbed his stinky fur good.
After his bath, as I rushed to clean the tub and make sure I didn't smell like dead animal, he just happily ran laps back and forth through the apartment. He uses his cute furry face to keep us from getting mad at him over stunts like this one.
Shep looks so sweet and innocent here, doesn't he? Don't let that sleeping pup fool you.
This morning I woke up and headed out to the park early because I had some school work I needed to do before heading into campus and I usually go straight in after walking Shep. There were lots of squeaky toys in the meadow (that's another post for another day) so we headed into the woods to another area with my friend and her dog. After a nice long walk and some good playtime with other dogs, we all headed back through the woods to go home. Along the way Shep and his buddy Kodiak found something dead and my darling dog rolled in it. He didn't just rub his neck on it. No, he thoroughly rubbed his entire body in the stink. It really was impressive how well he coated himself. I didn't really notice until we got home and I knew my work was out the door and he was into the tub. I tossed him in and scrubbed his stinky fur good.
After his bath, as I rushed to clean the tub and make sure I didn't smell like dead animal, he just happily ran laps back and forth through the apartment. He uses his cute furry face to keep us from getting mad at him over stunts like this one.
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