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Strobist Information: SB-26 camera right pointed at white wall at 1/4 power. SB-600 camera left on ground pointed into a gold reflector at 1/64 power.
thats erlend oye, drawn with my left hand, colors are completely left hand, and the drawing is right sided, since it is a mental copy of the one i did with the right hand yesterday, ( the one next to this one)
the other day i saw thispicture here on flickr, and was wondering had I left it, but i suddenly remembered who has it now:! erlend oye
hahahah it was a quirkiest little scene, we were outside of the backstage window of the bar, and i handed him a small yellow envelope, he hesitated before taking it, and asked me if he should open it now or later, and looked at me suspiciously in the eye,.. i said well whenever is fine, later that night we realized that he may have tought we were passing them drugs hahahah ( as actually the keyboard player asked us, are they drugs? but we thought he was kidding) i gave him this drawing , a finger puppet, and a small keyboard brooch, you can see him with it on some shots i have of him.
Hmmmm.... #thinking #wondering #somepoint #lifequotes #lifefacts #depressed #stressed #bullied #cutting #crying #issues #comfort #people #heart #life #facts #realworld #quotes #realization #world #sad #mixedemotions #love #crying #problems #byebye #heleft #sheleft #everyoneleft #left - justsomelifefacts
To our surprise, Jools was expected to go into work. We thought this was probably for presenttions, which proved to be right.
Meaning Jools woke my up as sheleft for yoga,and I did the usual chores for Friday: the bins, get the milk in and fill up the feeders. The only change was there was no work to do afterwards.
Which will take some getting ued to.
After breakfast I cleaned the cooker hob and vacummed the living room again, so the place was looking respectable.
A few weeks back I bought a Mandoline to help slice potatoes for fancy dishes.
And today's fancy dish was Boulangere Potatoes.
I stand here before you today and will admit to being stupid as:
1. Bought a Mandoline.
2. Ignored instructions.
3. Used for the first time today.
4. 4th slice, took the top off my thumb too.
5. Blood. Everywhere.
I had done a proper job.
A series of paper towels were used to stem the flow of the red stuff, so by the time Jools came back at midday laden with flowers and cards, she helped put on a bandage and paster tape.
I cooked the onions, slow, to make them caramelise, this took 40 minutes, at which point I had lost patience.
I used the took to hold potatoes as I sliced them, then layered the onions, potatoes, stock and clarified butter until the tin was full.
Into a low oven to cook.
As it tuened out, the conversion on temperatures from the recipe to our oven was off, so the potatoes didn't cook as much as they should. As I adjusted it through the day, the 90 minute cooking time stretched for over four hours.
To go with it were to thick rib-eyes and mushrooms.
Although not perfect, the potatotes were excellent, wonderful flavour. And the steak perfect and melt in the mouth.
THankfully, my thumb dodn't really hurt, and soon I forgot about it.
There was football on in the evening, and Sheffield Utd thrashed Coventry 3-0. Could have been six.
To our surprise, Jools was expected to go into work. We thought this was probably for presenttions, which proved to be right.
Meaning Jools woke my up as sheleft for yoga,and I did the usual chores for Friday: the bins, get the milk in and fill up the feeders. The only change was there was no work to do afterwards.
Which will take some getting ued to.
After breakfast I cleaned the cooker hob and vacummed the living room again, so the place was looking respectable.
A few weeks back I bought a Mandoline to help slice potatoes for fancy dishes.
And today's fancy dish was Boulangere Potatoes.
I stand here before you today and will admit to being stupid as:
1. Bought a Mandoline.
2. Ignored instructions.
3. Used for the first time today.
4. 4th slice, took the top off my thumb too.
5. Blood. Everywhere.
I had done a proper job.
A series of paper towels were used to stem the flow of the red stuff, so by the time Jools came back at midday laden with flowers and cards, she helped put on a bandage and paster tape.
I cooked the onions, slow, to make them caramelise, this took 40 minutes, at which point I had lost patience.
I used the took to hold potatoes as I sliced them, then layered the onions, potatoes, stock and clarified butter until the tin was full.
Into a low oven to cook.
As it tuened out, the conversion on temperatures from the recipe to our oven was off, so the potatoes didn't cook as much as they should. As I adjusted it through the day, the 90 minute cooking time stretched for over four hours.
To go with it were to thick rib-eyes and mushrooms.
Although not perfect, the potatotes were excellent, wonderful flavour. And the steak perfect and melt in the mouth.
THankfully, my thumb dodn't really hurt, and soon I forgot about it.
There was football on in the evening, and Sheffield Utd thrashed Coventry 3-0. Could have been six.