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Deb bought this Drink Bell several weeks ago somewhere. I wasn't along. She thought it was funny. So it sits by her in our living room. When her wine glass is empty she hits the bell and I go fetch wine. She really doesn't ring it all the time. Just when she thinks I need some exercise. LOL. The photo looks grainy because I took it in the dark and when I lightened it grain showed up.
January 27, 2012 - A drinking fountain located in The Corso which is a very pleasant pedestrian plaza in Manly, NSW Australia.
An other ghetto find from Genova. I bought it from a Senegalese woman. She said I have to soak it in a jug overnight than I can drink the water and it will be good. She didn't know the name of the tree.
Pop art! (Har har...)
Also, FINALLY Fong's fixed it again! Month after month I've skipped shooting this again because parts of it have always been burnt-out in a random rotation, apparently since the day after it was re-lit last year.
The funky blue-green hue is probably the result of the image snagging on my jacket instead of going straight into my pocket; therefore not being shielded properly. It's actually grown on me, considering it's pretty close to the color of the actual sign.
Polaroid SX-70 A1 w/ PX-70
At NIXS in Hartford, CT. (Now out of business.)
I photographed this mainly to remind me what was in the Bad Wolf, but I liked how it turned out.
...with enameled silver mounts
One of six designed by W. Burges for himself and friends. Made by Barkentin & Krall, London, 1878
Inscribed in Latin round the rim: 'William Burges had me made'. The cup is inspired by medieval wood cups or mazers and the decoration of grotesques in quatrefoils is based on French Gothic manuscripts.
VIKINGFJORD VODKA SITURS, TRIPLE SEC AND LEMON JUICE
Fresh citrus combination
1 oz Vikingfjord Vodka Sitrus
3/4 oz Triple sec
1 oz lemon juice
Instructions
Shake Vikingfjord Vodka Sitrus, triple sec and lemon juice with ice and strain into glass. Garnish with lemon.
From the eating soup vain. This is a cousin of mine. It's not a great picture but it's kind of unique, like a dear in headlights. As she goes for a sip of tea.
The Gülhane Park in Istanbul is a wonderful place to relax with a tea can in front of you. This boy obviously didn't drink tea, but rather prefered some fresh water.
Sadly, with a hotel in the up-market Miraflores district of Lima, the dining options within walking distance are restricted. Fortunately, and despite considerable effort, the big money has failed to completely westernise everything. This is not Peru as I want to experience it! But even this flash bakery will serve up a chica morada cordial made with purple corn, pineapple rind and spices. It is far better than Lima's water. The treated stuff won't give you spitty bum, but it is too hard to raise a lather with soap and tastes horrible. Across the road you might prefer a pisco sour. Delicious. But too expensive. Or a fresh juice. Maybe with casamoya, carambola or grenadilla and when they bring half a litre of the stuff, much cheaper and better for you than the pisco. I've become fond very quicky of Inca Cola, but the tartrazine colouring is scary. Surprisingly the best coffee by far in South America to date has been in Peru. Whether at knob head restaurant or a little kiosk on the cliffs above the Pacific, un cafe espresso as good as you'll get anywhere can be had for 5 soles. I was amused by the septics who rocked up to the kiosk where lady asked "Do you like it strong?" only to get a request "Do you have American coffee. It is more to our taste." Poor bastards. The up-market Peruvian restaurant fare can also work it's magic if you are careful and avoid all the western rubbish. The ceviche rocks, and unknown Peruvian delicacies just amaze with their quality and complexity. Still, I'm waiting for the real Peru, the potatoes, quinoa, soups, cuy and alpaca. Maybe they come soon.