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Detail of the rattle snake grass. The seed pods dry out and make nice noise when the wind rustles through them.
I also rustled up some clams with a bit of chorizo, capsicums, paprika and chilli, very tasty! But hey, plain boiled clams are good on their own if they're fresh.
After an enormous amount of planning, and against all odds, Mrs Lee and I managed to get away for the weekend for our anniversary. By the time we'd got here, we missed the sun setting over Florida bay. The sky was still beautiful, if a little dark.
Still was the wind, rustled not the leaves
Still was the water, rushing not to sea
Still was the boat, on rivers afloat
Still was the picture, a picture of peace.
I didn’t really want to drive up to the grocery store to get supplies for dinner, so I checked in the refrigerator and to rustle up something I could use to make a lite dinner.
I had a nice fresh piece of salmon and fresh sea scallops. I brought the salmon to room temp, encrusted it with butcher style black pepper on the flesh side and seared of it in a smoking hot magic carbon steel skillet. Carbon steel is magic, it can do anything!
The salmon was fairly thick, so six minutes on the skin side and two on the flesh side. Once the searing was done, I transferred it all to a pre-heated oven for it to finish while I made a simple sauce.
I wanted something lite for the sauce, so I added a little oil and pan roasted some cherry tomatoes and fresh garlic. Then, I added about a cup or so of heavy cream and a palmful of smoked chopped deli ham. I simmered the sauce until it reduced by about half and then threw in a couple of handfuls of fresh baby spinach.
The salmon and scallops were put back in the pan and allowed to simmer for about two minutes. I didn’t have any fancy garnish for the presentation, so I chopped some scallions and threw on some capers.
For an extremely simple meal made from what was available in the refrigerator, I believe it came out very well.
This is what my daily commute to and from work looks like.
GO trains are two stories, this is the upper floor. Not quite as busy as the subway. People are much more relaxed at this stage of their journey home.
It's also eerily quiet.
This photo is part of a set.
24/10/2011
My wife rustled up some personalised halloween party invites this evening. I think they look fab!
Artist video/ performance by Sarah Muehlbauer. Run time 3 min. 58 sec.
Garment: Wax paper, thread
Music by Evelyn Glennie.
No Match for Spitoon Saloon Gloria, China and her friend still try to do their best to rustle up some goats.
I didn’t really want to drive up to the grocery store to get supplies for dinner, so I checked in the refrigerator and to rustle up something I could use to make a lite dinner.
I had a nice fresh piece of salmon and fresh sea scallops. I brought the salmon to room temp, encrusted it with butcher style black pepper on the flesh side and seared of it in a smoking hot magic carbon steel skillet. Carbon steel is magic, it can do anything!
The salmon was fairly thick, so six minutes on the skin side and two on the flesh side. Once the searing was done, I transferred it all to a pre-heated oven for it to finish while I made a simple sauce.
I wanted something lite for the sauce, so I added a little oil and pan roasted some cherry tomatoes and fresh garlic. Then, I added about a cup or so of heavy cream and a palmful of smoked chopped deli ham. I simmered the sauce until it reduced by about half and then threw in a couple of handfuls of fresh baby spinach.
The salmon and scallops were put back in the pan and allowed to simmer for about two minutes. I didn’t have any fancy garnish for the presentation, so I chopped some scallions and threw on some capers.
For an extremely simple meal made from what was available in the refrigerator, I believe it came out very well.
My dog rustled up this bull snake while my brother and I were fishing at the Prospect Ponds in Fort Collins, CO. At about 5 or 6 feet long, it was able to stand up hissing and meet my basenji eye to eye. We thought it was a rattlesnake at first, and thought the dog was a goner. Fortunately the snake didn't strike and even if it had, it's non-venomous.
It carelessly rustled in the leaves, and realized that when I stopped. Then it suddenly appeared in the shadow between the parts of the broken log. I could barely see it, but the lens sucked in more than enough light. I am not sure whether it realized it had been spotted. It didn't move until I left, after taking plenty of photos.
“In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.” ~Robert Ingersoll
This is another picture I took last week during my stay at the Sideling Hill Service Plaza along the Pennsylvania Turnpike. It was shot while I waited around for the sun to show up for work. My hopes were held high that she would show her face above the tree line before I had to depart for things that paid me money. During the wait, I noticed these birds soaring about in the early-morning light. It was such a serene scene to observe that I often wish I could go back to that moment when I pushed the shutter button and captured a memory to take along.
It was my intention to add it to my photostream later when I parked for the night. I like to group my pictures next to each other, so that things fit together. When I stopped that evening, I just wasn’t in the mood to write something up and stick it up for the world to see. That’s not like me, and I wondered why I didn’t add it straight away. I do remember that I wanted to tell you a friend of mine (I can’t remember which one) once told me that hawks only fly around like they do because they are looking for food. I told him that is nonsense. That’s like saying people only make love to procreate. I think these birds soar because they do get enjoyment from their gift of wings. As a man who has done both, I speak from experience when I say they are very much fun.
I would soon find out why I did not upload this picture that night. A few days later, I got some sorry news that a friend and co-worker had passed away at the age of 59. His name was Little Dave. I held off on uploading this one because it is not for me, it is for him.
It’s my assumption that he earned the nickname “Little Dave” because he was even shorter than I am. We only met in person a handful of times, and that was enough for me to know he was a good man. He was always smiling, unfailingly nice to me, and I looked forward to chatting with him when we did have the occasion see each other. Another co-worker, and great friend of mine, Gary, was much closer to Little Dave. They were very good friends for many years. Gary has told me so many stories about Little Dave that I feel like I knew him more than I did. I feel the sorrow of our loss as much as he and countless others do.
So, we mourn the permanent absence of a friend taken too soon. It’s my personal belief that the moment of death is as much of a beautiful thing as is birth. There is love and light, a feeling of peace that cannot be found on this earth. This picture reminds me of that kind of serenity, and it is all a part of where our friend Little Dave is now.
We will miss you Little Dave. Thanks for being the kind of man you were. ‘Til we meet again, be free and soar on.
While trying to find Colorado Bend State Park - because it is REALLY in the middle of nowhere - we took a wrong turn and found this graveyard of old farm equipment.
This 100 pound female was rustled out of her den by the D.E.C
She was tranquilized, studied, tagged and collared. There were 2 cubs and a mother bear.
This was about one mile from Stony Brook State Park, and on the hill across the Poags Hole Motorcycle Hill Climb location. Dansville New York
Gentle spring winds rustle tree branches at Horn Rapids Park near Richland, Washington
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man I love this bag, either w/o the bucket and just a few lenses etc loose in the bag or w/ the bucket and packed for adventures
Harmonious Glade is a forest village where every breeze, every rustle of leaves, and every chirp of birds weaves together into an eternal melody.
The air hums with the whispers of the departed, their voices carried on the wind, blending seamlessly with the natural sounds of the forest. This is not a place of mourning but of peaceful remembrance.
Every path through the forest leads to sacred sites where the echoes of elven songs reverberate, paying tribute to those who have passed beyond. It is a place where time flows gently, where grief transforms into harmony, and where the memories of those who have transitioned beyond are carried forever.
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