Following the third year of a holiday letter comprised
of my (increasingly complex) life via a (increasingly complex) year-in-photographs, I
wondered what it would be like to join the great experiment of 365 days of photographs.
I'm not a photographer,
I'm a writer. I'm a visual thinker, and if ever there was proof that a photo is worth a
thousand words, it would be the story a photo tells me, or in this case, about me.
Follow me on this adventure, where I
learn about photography, my ability to record my life, my dedication to something (I've
never been known for doing anything everyday) in my posts. I've also discovered I'm
learning about time, the history of it, and the odd practice of recording it, measuring it,
turning it into something tangible, and I'll record these explorations in the sidebar.
As always, feel free
to say anything. My experiment is not a spectator sport.

January 14, 2009

January 14 2009 The Leek Soup

Colorful, textured, sautéed: leeks and red peppers in the pot with butter and peanut oil. Sprinkle with tarragon and thyme. Add from here: chicken broth, water, Picpoul de Pinet Ormarine 2004, and cream. Warm and stir, serve and eat. And eat. And eat...and eat. Me? I do the eating part. The rest is according to the chef, the one I married so I wouldn't die of starvation, or boring food.

The chef also requested this particular angle. My first try was steamy; my second got too much pot. Apparently the chef knows about taking photos as much as he knows how to cook. Thanks to the photographer-chef for help with this shot. Lighting: flash, incandescent stove hood lighting, and florescent kitchen lighting--you know, totally amateur circumstantial.


Robert said...

is there ever a such thing as too much pot?

alw_ays said...

Only when you have plenty of wine.