Showing posts with label 30 Days of Pictures. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 30 Days of Pictures. Show all posts

29 July 2013

Day 11-23 of 30 Days of Pictures

Brace yourselves, I'm doing 12 at once. Because I have been taking the pics, but after the Frozen Chicken Incident of 2013, I needed to emotionally regroup. These may or may not be better than the chicken, and they may or may not be in order.

From Yuki, my favorite shaved ice place, because the owner makes all his own syrups from scratch. If you don't know it's my favorite, you haven't been paying attention. But I thought these colors of beet and apricot were particularly lovely. (Yes, he makes beet shaved ice. And it's delicious.)


A pair of shoes I'm considering. My sister pointed out that they look like Sarah's shoes in Labyrinth, which they do. But I can't decide if that makes them better, worse, or has no effect. Thoughts are welcome. Also I can never remember how to spell labyrinth.

I'm commuting every day on the train right now, so you'll just have to deal with train shots. Mostly I read, but when I look up, sometimes I see interesting things. The green and unusual industrial shapes caught my eye here.


 This time it's from the train station: a capitol building and fantastically fluffy clouds.

This is half the apparatus I use to make Thai sticky rice. Dad: "I don't know where this goes." Me: "On your head, of course." He almost willingly let me take this picture.


More sky from one of my evening constitutionals. 

My brother Dave and my nevy Noah on our way to see Annie Get Your Gun at an outdoor theatre. I built some of the costumes, which I have no pictures of, of course.

Impromptu "fierce" photo shoot with friend Becca to take her mind off the fact that we were walking up a mountain after 10 p.m. 

More shoes I'm considering. (Can you tell I'm updating my wardrobe a bit?) Don't worry, I won't roll my pants in exactly this fashion. 


 A pastoral view from the train. There were lots of cows, but I just didn't get my camera on in time. The yellow tone of the grass stood out to me.

 My parent's house was built by a geologist, therefore we have what we call a "rock garden" in the front yard. It's quite sizable and even colorful. Sometimes I see a rock that I can't remember seeing before. This hollowed out rock is such a one.

And today on the train, an abandoned book. On the Road by Jack Kerouac. 



19 July 2013

Day 10: The Madness Has Set In

Day 10 of 30 Days of Pictures


Wow. This 30 days of pictures thing is making me realize that I sure don't have a lot of friend-based human contact. All my pictures are of things sans people. Yay, introversion! 

Also this exercise has made me realize that the process of forcing yourself to do something, even though it's something you were excited about in the first place, can quickly lose its sheen and produce boring results because you're bored. (And if you're bored, you're boring, right?) Exhibit A: Yesterday's photo is of a piece of FROZEN CHICKEN. Chicken that I thought might be mildly interesting because it's Hulk huge. (Banana for scale.) Riveting stuff, this.

The alternative is to go out and do more stuff with actual humans in the hopes of taking more interesting pictures. No thank you.


18 July 2013

Day 8 & 9: Reading and Living

Day 8 & 9 of 30 Days of Pictures
If a turn of phrase or an idea catches my fancy while I'm reading, I like to take notes. Physically writing them down is much more satisfying than typing them into my phone on the go. (More on the book I'm reading in a later post. Because it's amazing and I love it.)


The freight train that the commuter train passed today looked like it had lived a few lifetimes.

10 July 2013

The Bike

Day 2 of 30 Days of Pictures
My sissy bought a bike today. I went with her because she was nervous to see a stranger about it alone. It turns out that the seller, Frank, was really nice, really good at restoring bikes, and a really good salesperson. He almost had me riding a bike out of his shed, and I certainly ain't in no market for no bike. We chatted a bit, and it turns out Frank used to own a bike and skate shop in Echo Park, California before he moved to Salt Lake City be closer to his kids. Now he restores bikes on the side and sells them through the KSL classifieds. So if you're in the market for a bike or need repairs, I have a feeling that this is your man.