I got the rest of my San Francisco photos online, the entire set can be found on Flickr. But I want to highlight some of the dials I found in Alameda, they are too beautiful:
June 2009 Archives
My trip to San Francisco was great. One of the things Damon and I did was arrange a photo shoot with a model from Model Mayhem. We scouted some locations and loved these big empty abandoned tanks on Treasure Island, a mostly-abandoned naval base. We hit the thrift stores hard and got costuming and props fairly easily.
I've not finished processing all of the 400 photos from the two-hour shoot, but here are a few of my favorites:
I have a flight leaving in about 3 hours for San Francisco. And I am so excited about this trip.
Other plans include: Sleeping In; Tending A Sunburn; Forgetting What Day It Is; and the always popular Family Gossip With Giggles.
Things I have considered long and hard, yet decided to not pack:
- Kaladi Brothers punch card
- three of Olive's bouncy balls, no matter how many times she drops them into my suitcase
- my huge and heavy tripod
- Steve's ancient Costco membership card
Palmiers are super yummy and super easy to make. Please don't buy them at the store, it makes Betty Crocker cry. Here's how you do it.
Buy a box of puff pastry. It's in the frozen section, by the pies. The snootier the name on the box, the better the dough. But you live in Alaska, and should be grateful that you get what you get.
Pull one sheet of pastry out of the box and thaw on the counter for 20 minutes. Put the other sheet back in the freezer.
Sprinkle 1/2 cup of sugar on the counter and unfold the puff pastry onto it. Sprinkle another 1/2 cup of sugar on top of the pastry. With a rolling pin, roll it out until 1/8" thick, adding more sugar when necessary.
Declare that you are Living On The Edge, and sprinkle half of the pastry with cinnamon. Roll each side into the center, then wrap in plastic and refrigerate for a bit.
Heat oven to 350°F. Once heated, pull the pastry from the refrigerator and slice into 1/8" rounds. Place on a parchment-paper-covered cookie sheet, and bake for 20-25 minutes, or until golden brown.
Eat one warm, before it gets too crispy.
My sleep schedule got all wonky this weekend because I decided I needed to do some night photography Saturday night. Or, more appropriately, 2 o'clock Sunday morning. And the best way for me to prepare for being up and functional at that time was to go to sleep at 7pm Saturday.
The night photography didn't work out at all (maybe because it's June? in Alaska? when the sun never really goes down ever?), but I wasn't tired at all when I got home around 5am. Made a big eggs-and-bacon breakfast, and enjoyed the day.
Until 8pm hit, and it hit hard. I went to bed, slept the best I've slept in the last few months, and woke up in a great mood at 5am Monday. A full 90 minutes before my alarm. There is no better way to celebrate a great night's sleep and extra morning time than by baking blueberry streusel muffins that promise to make your Monday awesome.
2T cold stick butter
2T packed brown sugar
1/4 t ground cinnamon
Consider the proportions, and instead of doubling the recipe, merely add half again as much. Because who doesn't love some cinnamon-y streusel? Cut butter into the other ingredients using a pastry cutter until crumbly. Set aside.
1/4c vegetable oil
1 large egg
3t baking powder
1c fresh blueberries
Heat oven to 400°F. Line 12-cup muffin tin with paper cups that have little cows on them. It makes the muffins taste better.
Beat milk, oil, vanilla, and egg in large bowl. Stir in flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt until flour is just moist. It will still be lumpy; lumps are your yummy little friends.
Fold in the blueberries gently so as to not flatten all of the lumps. Divide evenly among the moo-cow paper-lined muffin cups. Moo at the dog for good luck. Sprinkle the streusel on the top of each filled muffin cup.
Bake 20-25 minutes, or until your boyfriend wakes up and asks what smells so good. Have him put two in a plastic bag for you, but leave it unsealed. Eat them at work, still warm, under the jealous glares of your coworkers.
Steve whipped this up today from my Sunday shot. I think it's fabulous.
Olive and I went on a 1.6 mile walk after work tonight. We met: a big fat rottweiler who would have rather sat and snuggled with Olive in the middle of the walkway than run with its owner; a wiener dog running alongside its owner's bicycle; a giant fluffy horse dog walking an owner half its size; and a little girl with a pink helmet on a pink bicycle who proclaimed her love for Olive.
It was a beautiful evening to be outside.
There are trees all over Anchorage that have these little white flowers all over them. I have no idea what they are, but I do know that in a few weeks they will be raining white petals all over everything. But for now, they are beautiful.
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