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Here are my three paintings for the "Back in the Day" art show @ Fabric8. Stop by in person to check them out and experience the palpable nostalgia!
1985 - Gay Pride March - Manhattan
9/2009 - Replaced with a better resolution scan of the original negative
Adapted from Back in the Day Bakery Cookbook, sweet peanut butter dough is layered with tangy crabapple jam!
Makes 12
1 ½ cups oat flour
½ tsp baking soda
½ tsp baking powder
½ tbsp ground chia seeds
¼ cup flaked almonds
½ cup softened, salted butter
1/3 cup granulated sugar
1/3 cup light brown sugar
½ cup creamy peanut butter
2 large eggs
1 tbsp vanilla
6 oz jam (your favourite flavour)
Preheat the oven to 350° F and grease a 9” pan. Line pan with parchment, allowing the parchment to hang over the edges.
In a medium bowl, whisk together flour, baking soda, baking powder, chia and almonds. Set aside.
Cream together the butter, sugars and peanut butter until smooth.
Add eggs and vanilla, mixing well.
Slowly beat in the flour mixture until just combined.
Press 2/3 of the dough evenly into the bottom of the prepared baking pan.
Spread jam evenly over dough, then drop the remaining dough over the jam.
Bake for 35-45 minutes, until golden brown. The edges will be firm and the center should be just set.
Remove bars from oven and cool to room temperature before removing from the pan and slicing.
First built in 1866, the Hotel Tadoussac in one of the world's great hotels. It overlooks the St. Lawrence River, which is roughly 12 miles wide at Tadoussac. Seabirds and Beluga Whales gather at the confluence of the St. Lawrence and the Saguenay rivers where the hotel is located.
*From the archives
I had an old 1960`s stroller a lifetime ago and this was the label on it.
The edges when cropped were horrible so I added an old frame to the picture via Photoshop Elements.
200# were handwritten on the bottom right so i`ll assume that`s what the stroller was capable of carrying though i could be wrong.
Nikon D90
Tamron 28-75mm 2.8
On 9/11 I was traveling in Xingjiang Province in China, waiting for the night train from Turpan Zhan to Dunhuang. By chance, there was an Internet cafe next to the train station, so I went in and found a computer between some Chinese soldiers and a young Uyghur man chatting online with friends. Most Western news organizations were blocked in China, but Excite.com, where I had an email account, somehow got past the censors. When the page loaded, I saw the news that the WTC had been hit by a plane.
It just so happened that my girlfriend in Japan (now my wife) was online and so she relayed to me the news she was watching on her television. Occasionally, I would look around, only to find that the Chinese world was still unaware of what was happening on the other side of the planet.
When it came time to board my train, I was left in the dark. How many more planes were out there? Who was doing it? What would the world look like when I had a chance to check the Internet the next day. Looking around at the Chinese web surfers, I knew that nobody within hundreds of miles had heard the news. In fact, it would be another day before the Muslim inhabitants of Western China were allowed to hear about the attacks. And so, I had only my dark thoughts on that long, lonely trip.
Krauss sibs head off to school in early September 1971...
Laurie, Margaret and I each have one miniskirted leg showing, aren't we the glamazons. I hope that's a tan and not nasty suntan pantyhose.
1965 Buick Riviera painted by Joe Anderson. The owner was Mike Smith, who also operated Mr. M's custom accessory shop located at Rosecrans and Crenshaw. Pictured in 1967 at the San Diego Arena show.
This was not my car. But oh how i wish it was. And oh how I wish I wasn't wearing random girlie overalls (they were from Esprit and had, like a tie at the waist??). This was back when I cut my hair in a bob (the shortest it ever has been). I was on a house boat trip to Lake Shasta and the red dye I had streaked through my hair totally washed out from all the sun, leaving me with orangey bleached streaks...which is why I look like my head is on fire.
The boys enjoyed learning how to marbled paper back in the day.
This technique was used for example to make book covers in the past.
The boys enjoyed learning how to marbled paper back in the day.
This technique was used for example to make book covers in the past.
The large building in the distance is the Lancashire County Council offices.
Notice the tram-lines, and the tram-stop next to the gas-lamp, on the left.
Better viewed in ''all sizes''.
Located on the historic Fourth Avenue Shopping District in Tucson, Arizona. This is the side view.
You can see a sign on the street corner saying "Pie Allen Neighborhood". The Pie Allen Neighborhood of Tucson, Arizona was named in honor of John "Pie" Allen. He was renowned for his dried-apple pies during frontier days, when fresh fruit was very difficult to come by. He came to Arizona about 1856 and sold pies made from dried apples to soldiers and settlers for one dollar. The pies were such a tremendous hit in Southern Arizona that his pies led Allen to become a local entrepreneur and eventually the mayor of Tucson.
Allen opened trading posts and post offices from Bisbee to Wickenburg. Tombstone, Arizona's famous Allen Street is named for him as well.
This must have been something back in the day. It appears several families live in this house now.
Located on May Street.
And the family car, a 1960 Chevy Impala. In this idyllic early '60s scene the boys sport bow ties and mom a stylish hat (plus a cigarette between her fingers). But this was the calm before the storm. Another year or two would bring The Beatles, hippies and the Viet Nam War. We can only wonder how things turned out for them.
5S always enjoys coming to see Gramps but ALL he hears are stories of "back in the day" when every pixel and every byte was SO precious!....