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We must breathe time
As fishes breathe
Water” – Denise Levertov; ‘Selected Poems’.
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Photo taken with mobile phone (Nokia Lumia 930) and edited with Fotor.
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Sempre que vou ou paso consulta no Hospital Juan Cardona quedo aparvada durante un bo anaco na entrada, diante do seu acuario. E as cores deste peixe (creo que un tetra) lembráronme ás do logo de flickr.
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For today's Flickr Friday photo I chose one of me adding spices to a bacon buttermilk dressing that I was preparing for dinner this evening.
All cooks and chefs know that discretion and minimums should be used when using some herbs and spices. Too much can lead to dishes being ruined by being too spicy or having a flavor profile that can be too strong.
Here is the recipe I'm making for dinner this evening and I would love to share it with everybody
Bacon Buttermilk Dressing
6 slices bacon, diced
1 cup Mayonnaise
1 cup buttermilk
2 Tablespoons minced green onions (Scallions)
1 Tablespoon fresh minced chervil (I used dill)
1 Teaspoon minced garlic
1/2 Teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
1/4 teaspoon of salt
1.4 teaspoon of paprika
Dash of Tabasco Sauce
1. Saute the bacon in a skillet until crisp. Drain on paper towels and set aside.
2, In a mixing bowl, whisk all the other ingredients together, then add the bacon. Refrigerate for at least 1 hour before serving.
There is a wide variety of uses for this dressing. I would recommend serving over a spinach salad, serving over sauteed mushrooms or as a dip for buffalo wings.
Tonight, I will be serving this over iceberg lettuce with cherry tomatoes and a little minced shallot. I will also prepare a Cajun chicken breast alongside the salad
That chipmunk that has been eating Mrs Trusty's flowers is about to enter a portal that will transport him to another world.
Another 100 megapixel photo.
Happy New Year Flickr Buddies!
if you are in Feathery Friday don't forget to vote for your favourite New Years bird
52 Weeks 2011 - Week 7 - Theme: Love
I really like being part of the 52 weeks of pix Flickr group and figured I would do something with shapes and colors for this week. I think it took me longer to glue those hearts together, than set it up and shoot. I don't think I'm being very original here, I think I've seen similar type of images before. But, in my opinion, having fun and experimenting is what it is all about.
Strobist Info: bare SB-800 @ 1/16th power shot through glass with colored gels on under heart shaped paper. Triggered by Cactus V4
the pimp chronicles
Pub: XIX
8/24/10
Thank you flickr!
Thank you so very much.
Thank you for giving me the reason and know-how to create compelling pictures. High five. Sloppy gross tongue kiss. Slap on the ass. To the entire fucking website. That includes explore, yahoo, the fuckers who made the site, and even you. Yeah, you reading this shit. YOU are a superhero for sitting through my shit. I commend you.
Well, that said, not that this picture here is my magnum opus by any means. It’s just me lying on my fucking bed. But in the years I have spent on here, I have gone from taking pictures of flowers to producing what I think are some bang ass cool pics.
"pimp, shut up, what is your point you asshole"
Damn, okay. The reason I’m saying this is that over the weekend I was out wine tasting in a very touristy part of California. The Napa valley.
And do you know how many people I saw standing up proper, back straight, modestly smiling all so very perfect conventional for every picture they took with their digital cameras? EVERYONE!
Word to the wise: THIS IS B O R I N G!
Standing by “Welcome to Napa” signs with their stupid cameras just smiling like a bunch of jerkoffs.
Standing in front of a winery with the mom and kids holding a waiting smile with daddy douchebag flagging down another banal family to take their shot. Just so they could return the B O R I N G favor.
YAWNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Think outside the box people. Go lay down in the street or something. Go steal some grapes from the vineyard and smash them on your spare t-shirt and get dirty. Act drunk or just fucking get drunk and run around the valley and roll down the hill and take a picture of that.
ANYTHING BUT STANDING IN FRONT OF THAT DAMN SIGN SMILING LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. PLEASE! FOR THE LOVE OF THE PIMP JUST STOP!
Sadly.
I think I used to be the smiling family idiot too. I think. Kind of.
I still do occasionally. But you know my motto. Mix it up. Try something new. Don’t stick to what’s comfortable. Or at least I try to uphold this brainchild idea of mine.
I mean look at what flickr did for me? I’ve come such a long way that I have this textured ugly picture of me laying in my bed. At least I’m not smiling in front of a winery.
Right?
€Θnάịм ₮ђú ૭$
Explored! 2009-11-14 #25
...to whom it may concern :)
Fanta 4 "Flüchtig":
Die Wahrheit is’ trocken und selten geschmackvoll,
von Sachen, die rocken, da hab ich ’n Sack voll,
ich spür’ sie mich locken wie ’n Abgrund,
mit der Angst in den Knochen vor’m Absprung.
Es war am Anfang noch nicht mal ’n Abrollen,
zu kraftvoll, und ich hab’s hab’n wollen,
immer voll nach vorne, das passt schon,
einfach Vollnarkose, das war’s schon.
Hatte den Willen meine Sinne zu verlieren,
zumindest alles zu probieren, diesen Fall zu riskieren,
hatte Grenzen getestet und lieben gelernt,
meine Ziele erreicht und mich von ihnen entfernt.
Um sein Gefühl zu verlagern auf Knopfdruck
muss man sich fragen, was man sich in den Kopf tut,
bis man dann irgendwann jede Abfahrt wählt,
wenn’s von Anfang an immer nur abwärts geht.
Diese Angst, dass die Träume sich verflüchtigen,
ist die Angst vor der Einsamkeit der Nüchternen,
vor der Bedeutungslosigkeit eines jeden flüchtigen
Augenblicks des Glücks eines Süchtigen.
Wie’s dir gefällt, irgendwas geht immer;
wie tief du noch fällst, du hast keinen Schimmer.
Deine Angst nagelt dich an dein Bett in dein’m Zimmer
und du hast was dagegen, das macht es noch schlimmer.
Du erhöhst deine Dosis unmerklich
und denkst dir immer wieder: „Irgendwann werd ich ...“
Mal ehrlich, wer merkt nicht, wie tief er im Dreck steht;
doch wenn’s weh tut, weißt du wie’s weg geht.
Und wie in Zeitlupe splittert dein Leben,
bis Risse, die Scherben ergeben, dein Schicksal besiegeln.
Verderben gewählt. Um Vergebung zu bitten
- vielleicht bisschen spät, musst du wissen.
Du benimmst dich als hätt’st es überwunden,
und dann verschlingt’s dich und zieht dich nach unten.
Denn du hältst daran fest bis zu letzt:
„Ich komm davon los, nur bitte nicht jetzt!“
Du hast Angst, dass die Träume sich verflüchtigen,
Angst vor der Einsamkeit der Nüchternen,
vor der Bedeutungslosigkeit eines jeden flüchtigen
Augenblicks des Glücks eines Süchtigen.
Es is’ allen bekannt und jeder kann es bezeugen:
wir hab’n ’nen klaren Verstand und hören nich’ auf ihn zu betäuben,
hab’n die Wahrheit erkannt, hören nich’ auf sie zu verleugnen,
hab’n es zwar in der Hand, doch hören nich’ auf es zu vergeuden.
Halt’ den Kopf hoch, der Weg nach unten ist lang,
dein Herz klopft noch, irgendwann stoppt’s doch.
While no technological masterpiece, this old egg beater is an obsolete dinosaur by today's standards - these days cakes are mostly made using electric mixers or food processors. But this old egg beater has served me well, having mixed cakes week in, week out when my family was growing up.
I could have taken a shot of the egg beater doing nothing, but thought I should whip up a 'throw it all in together and mix' type cake. The recipe called for the eggs to be beaten with some caster sugar till thick and creamy and then add the rest of the ingredients and combine. Now it's cooked, I suppose I'm going to have to eat it so my efforts aren't wasted.
At my mom's wedding. My daughter, Chloe and I. #flybywedding September 12, 2015 at 11:49AM flic.kr/p/xT9PHE
At my mom's wedding. My daughter, Chloe and I. #flybywedding September 12, 2015 at 11:49AM flic.kr/p/yNZjMf
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imperfection brings out perfection... ugly extends beauty... bitter enhances sweet... death perfects life... it's the negative which makes the positive wonderful ever...
"The problem with cats is that they get the exact same look on their face whether they see a moth or an axe-murderer." ~Paula Poundstone
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