The last shot before climbing to the summit. My hands were too cold and I was too lazy to get the camera out again.
Courtesy of Matt Oishi
(Catch and release.)
There is a story in there somewhere.
Time to catch up with the backlog of photos.
Stay on target…
Thank You in advance to Air New Zealand, the Canadian Nurse Brigade, the Carolinian Contingent, Pennsylvania Paparazzo, UK 1.0 and 2.0, Apollo and (last but only to denote his importance) the Peruvian Headbanger. Y’all know who you are.
Because of poor planning—well really the inability to plan ahead this weekend—I picked up the backpack and headed out to Granite Mountain again. And it was a great morning. First, a little bit about that backpack because I know that’s what you are really interested in.
Let me tell you the story of the Giants and the fate that befell their King, cursed to drown twice a day, for eternity.
The problem with Kauai is the prevalence of angry hippies and a total lack of dramatic vistas, great beaches and tasty chow.
This premiere edition of Photo Time Banditry was unearthed from my trip to Cambodia back in 1999 during a month off from the firm. I suspect everybody who has visited Angkor Wat has this photo in their collection.
Enhanced sound courtesy of Skywalker Sound.
This is one of those rare forwarded images I didn’t immediately delete with extreme prejudice.
Unfortunately, I’m not sure who to credit for this, but I will edit that in if the author of this important work becomes clear.
Somebody with more skill than me:
Used some Crane-Style Kung Fu to get underneath our “bird net” for a meal of goldfish and koi, but couldn’t manage to extricate himself.
What a dick.
And now, for my final post about the Ring of Fire…
So, the plan was originally to head to the South Oregon Coast to watch this thing.
More to come…
Planes, Trains and Traveling Chefs. This is actually part deux, but I didn’t do a part…uh…un. So here you go:
by Dominique Crenn. I don’t have much to say about this since it is more of a DailyWaffle thing, but I’ll leave my photos of the meal here…
This meal was advanced…
He knows what he did.
Quick follow-up on the Scott Paul post from a few days ago. There are still no more bottles of D122 for sale, so consider this The Maestro of wine blog posts.
The tasty result from this post.
It is rare when you come across a great intersection of music and art. I was on a random walk on Spotify, looking for acts similar to PhuturePrimitive, and I saw the artwork for “Glowing In The Darkest Night”. My Pretty Lights playlist is now in absurdly heavy rotation. So here are a few of my favorite Pretty Lights tracks, plus my favorite McPharlin (at the moment).