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Washing my purchases of the day...
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Balance de Blancos Autom.
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I have no idea what drove me to stand for 25 minutes and hunting for a single drop of water in pitch black kitchen. But I finally got it. Not ideal, but at least satisfactory :)
And at nearly 2am here in Melbourne its chucking it down and I have had to put the heating back on!!
See, we get funny weather here in Oz too!!!!
Had a major twiddle and tweak session and decided to throw everything bar the kitchen sink at this one and the end result is that it is very different to what I have done before.
ummmmm might grow on me, not to sure about it.
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Greetings and salutations and welcome to another installment of curiosity, today I would like to talk about a few things. Firstly the amazing Jacket I am sporting and what prompted me to do this look today. My Best Judy, all you all will know by now if you read my past bloggery, sent me an amazing gift (after a false start and a bunch of redelivers, finally contacting the creator and having it hand delivered to my lovely clean and newly organized inventory.) I put it on and immediately it reminded me of Adam Ant and Sgt Peppers Lonely Hearts Club band. As much as I love the Beatles, Prince Charming and Stand and Deliver are up there in my favourites pile.
Check out the full post including the three things I wanted to cover today, amazing fashions, relationships and the people that make you smile even when you feel crappy. Find it @ Corbans Cabinet of Curiosities
1. BLOEMEN UIT DE TUIN || ON THE KITCHENWINDOWSILL, 1. BLOEMEN UIT DE TUIN || ON THE KITCHENWINDOWSILL, 2. KITCHEN WINDOW SILL || VERJAARDAGSBOEKET, 3. KITCHENSINK || MET ALLE ROMMEL, 4. KEUKENVENSTERBANK || FLOWERS IN OCTOBER, 5. SEPTEMBER ON THE WINDOWSILL IN THE KITCHEN || SEPTEMBER OP DE VENSTERBANK IN DE KEUKEN, 6. SEPTEMBER OP DE VENSTERBANK IN DE KEUKEN || SEPTEMBER ON THE WINDOWSILL IN THE KITCHEN, 7. KITCHEN WINDOWSILL WITH FLOWERS FROM THE GARDEN || KEUKENRAAMPJE MET FLESJES, 8. GELE ROZEN VOOR MIJN VERJAARDAG || YELLOW ROSES FOR MY BIRTHDAY, 9. KEUKENRAAM || KITCHEN WINDOWSILL
Meet Mr. Brush, the perfect kitchen assistant...
handy ánd handsome! ;-)
Looking close... on Friday! - Brush
(photo by Freya, editing by me)
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the kitchen sink — august 24, 2022
so if you see a little old lady driving around Yermo in a little red car, occasionally hopping out to take a photo, it's me! i wave a lot so be sure to wave back and say "hey".
19th December 2018:
Not sure what happened to the day, especially as at lunch time the sun came out, for a bit. But I managed to get to the early evening without having taken a single photo.
As I filled the sink with water and washing up liquid, I grabbed my camera, put on the strip light under the cupboard and took a quick shot.
As it didn't quite come out as I thought it would, I gave it a swirl in PhotoScape and changed the colour.
A *very* upside down evening. I'll catch you all tomorrow. :0(
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On a local walk we dropped into 'that supermarket'. This was the last bunch of its kind - yellow gerberas, chrysanthemums, tulips and a single purple iris - so glad we arrived there in time!
I laid them in the kitchen sink while we ate lunch...
Freitagsblümchen - friday flora
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And if the kitchen sink deserved a beautiful song by Maria Pia de Vito, why not a photograph too?
E se a bacia da cozinha mereceu uma bonita canção pela voz da Maria Pia de Vito, porque não uma fotografia também?
Okay, forget this guy---we've never seen him before. Just imagine someone who looks a little bit like him, but is 25 or 30 years younger. Imagine, moreover, that he is dressed in his work uniform, which probably was black pants and some kind of white shirt. He's been bussing tables all day (from six or seven in the morning to two or three in the afternoon, probably) At the end of his shift, his supervisor comes up to him and says, " Well, the night dishwasher called out. Want to pick up his shift?" Only, I think it was that the day guy never showed up, and they fired him. Or whatever. I don't remember. I just remember that I worked my normal morning shift as a busboy, and then they asked me to stay on and wash dishes. I'd never washed dishes before, but it was money, so I said I would.
Now imagine a little galley affair with a small dishwasher. You have a window where the employees bring their dirties, a sink where you place a plastic tray and the dirties, which you spray-off and push into the dish machine. It wasn't a big conveyor type machine---they had those upstairs in the main kitchen. This was a small machine that washed twenty or so dirty plates at a time.
Now imagine that about where this fellow is standing in the photograph there is a triple sink, and here the pots and pans are stacking up, In fact, imagine that this fellow (that would be me, folks) is so slow, so bad at washing dishes that he never gets around to washing any of the pots and pans (it may be that the morning guy had not shown up, and thus the dishes were backed up from the day-time).
I remember that towards the end of that day, some tattooed sailor fellow, one of the dishwashers from the main kitchen, came down, and said he would take care of the pots and pans. And in about twenty or thirty minutes of frenzied activity, he had washed all of the pots and pans that had been stacking-up all day. I remember that the sailor-fellow was nice about it; he didn't razz me about my pathetic performance, as he would nowadays, in our trashing-talking new & improved universe.
The other thing I remember about that day is that when I got back to my apartment, sweaty and filthy, and took-off my t-shirt, and looked in the mirror, I discovered that my back from side to side and about halfway down, was one enormous pimple. I had been drinking milk all day, and that constellation of pimples, that Milky Way of pimples, was the result. Perhaps it is that that was the beginning of my disenchantment with milk. I have been faithfully unfaithful to milk on a regular basis, ever since.
What I don't remember is whether I actually got a promotion to dishwaher, or whether my dishwasher stint was a one-day affair. The whole of my career at The Seattle Olympic Hotel only lasted eight to ten weeks, so if I did get promoted, it wasn't for long.
Cray paper, dry ice, and water. Photo taken in the kitchen sink using two strobes and a remote. Photoshopped to remove a couple blemishes. I never use flashes, except for indoor macro shots like this. Partly because I like natural lighting, but mostly because I don't understand flashes and am too impatient to learn.
Water Drops with Dry Ice in the Kitchen sink. If one could have seen the set up it was laughable. Lots of tape and stuff propped up with cans and boxes, very unprofessional. I guess when the end result only involves a few inches for the field of view, it really doesn't mater what the surroundings are.