project aftermath. (by me)
30 days of Polaroids was my project for April. What did I learn? The sound of a Polaroid is an attention-getter (especially on buses and airplanes), TSA agents will be mystified by a Polaroid and digital body in 1 bag, and I wish I’d horded more 600 a couple of years ago. (:
What surprised me was finding myself bored with the project at the halfway point (“dammit, I have to go find something, now.”); I pushed through and it only lasted a couple of days.
And now it’s Roid Week and time to shoot some more! I’m going to attempt to shoot just 1 frame a day. I want to see if I can tighten up the ratio of “oh good lord” to “Oh! I have to post that!”
I was well on my way to a dinner of (freshly homemade) guacamole and a Corona (again) when I read Jim’s Durham goes local @ Salt & Fat. Mmm, grits.
Pictured:
- Orowheat sandwich thins toast
- Asparagus (cooked with olive oil, salt & pepper)
- Grits with a bit of butter and cheddar
- Scrambled eggs with green onion, bell pepper, mushrooms, cheddar, and tomato
Everything finished up about the same time¹ except for the grits which finished a minute or two early—but that’s fine, it gave the butter and cheddar time to melt. This is only the second time I’ve prepared asparagus and it’s the second time I’ve used a bit more olive oil than I needed. I’ll get better!
Not pictured: cranberry juice. (:
Verdict: yum.
¹ I put the green onion, bell pepper, and mushrooms in the pan for a minute or two before pouring on the eggs; when the eggs are not-quite-firm, I toss in the cheddar, mix it in, then drop in the tomato and pull the whole shebang before the browning really sets in (carry-over finishes the cooking on the plate).
As the Holga only gets occasional use, I can’t ever remember the minimum focusing distances. Now they’re front and center and I can’t miss them. Woo.
On the Street…..Rue De Castiglione, Paris (The Sartorialist)
I’m not often struck with I-wish-I-could-rock-that envy, but in this case I am. Bad ass.
Last week.
520, looking north.
The Sandpit (via dejvicka)
Architecturally speaking: the bridge flexing with its traffic is my favorite bit. (2nd favorite: the song.)
Haven’t figured out if that’s all for show or if it’s stock…
I like the negatives, too.
Yeah, airports and my Polaroid are a recipe for a happy me.
Today, 4 people asked about the camera (“you can still get film for that?” hee) and shared little stories about their parents (and themselves) having one.
1998 Acura Integra Type R vs. 2010 Honda Civic Si
Recently disinterred from somewhere deep in the climate-controlled bowels of American Honda’s Torrance, California, headquarters, it’s undamaged, unmodified, unmolested and almost flawless. And it’s quite likely the nicest Integra Type R left on Earth.
We beat the snot out of it.
Hee.
There’s a lot to love about the look of that Integra, 12 years old or not (my kingdom for thinner A-pillars and rubber pedals!), but of course I’m terribly biased toward the Si (disclosure). That said: look! look at that instrument panel!
Scott Jacobs for Edmunds
(Disclosure 2: I used to work for Edmunds and I’m still a big nerd about cars, so here we are. (: )
My favorite thing about crossing Lake Washington so early.
