Sunday, June 1, 2014

The Mill, San Francisco

Let me wipe some of the dust off of this old blog...

It's been a crazy last few months, and am finally settling back into my old routine. I'm living in my own house (!) now, and there's something about the light here that naturally wakes me up early in the morning. I'm hoping I can make use of that time to be productive: maybe exercise, read, run, eat real breakfasts, and even write in here? Sadly so far I've spent it in bed online shopping for things I don't need.

Anyway, wanted to share a few photos from this weekend.

I had fancy toast at a place called The Mill. Thick crusty bread with the 'Tartine' custardy center. One slice with homemade nutella, the other with...butter and honey? Sadly was not paying attention.

The place belongs in Kinfolk Magazine.



Josey Baker is the man behind this bread. Last I heard of him, he was hand-delivering CSA-like deliveries of homemade bread around the city.  I'm really impressed with what's happened in the last couple years! If you read his blog you can see there is no one else who is so hyped up about bread...




Monday, May 26, 2014

Just kidding, I'm not moving to Tumblr. I'll be back here.

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Weekend in Pescadero

Oh. Hey. Yeah, I'm alive.

Anyway, let's not go into why I disappeared from my blog for half a year. It has to do with work, a lot more traveling than I've ever done in my life, and let's be real here...Netflix. I cancelled it after a a brief flirtation turned quickly into a deep, disturbing addiction to really bad movies. (If only I could cancel the Internet too...)

Anyway, this past weekend we took a quick weekend getaway to the lovely old historic town of Pescadero. In true Half Moon Bay fashion, it was unbudgingly grey and overcast. I loved it though. Phone reception was also shoddy, and our B&B's wifi was nearly nonexistent, which meant that we were nearly off the grid.

So. We got to relax on the beach (I managed to fall asleep on the sand, even with these two little girls running around my head, holding large rocks, pretending to be birds caring for their nest?), explore the local bakery – which, every hour, bakes this hot soft chewy artichoke garlic herb bread that is AMAZING, and romp around in tide pools, which always manages to bring the five year old out in me.

I love tide pools. Sadly I can't really vouch for the tide pool sea life down by Pescadero – we only spotted a few anemone, hundreds of tiny crabs with toad-like faces, hermit crabs, and the usual sea detritus.

Here are the photos I took with my iPhone. Enjoy!

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Waimea Canyon

Waimea Canyon in Kauai is known as the "Grand Canyon of the Pacific." I can see where that comes from, but it's quite different. Waimea is greener, lusher, with softer edges.

These are photos from last October. We started driving to the lookout at 3pm, which meant that the fog had already started rolling in. I kept praying that the skies would clear up for views of the canyon, but the higher we were, the more it drizzled.

Some photos from on the way up – you can see the soil was a lovely deep red color.






When we first got to the lookout, the fog was completely opaque. R, who's a lot more patient than I am, told me we should wait it out. For forty minutes we hovered around the lookout (at least ten people came, took an obligatory photo, and quickly left) and we were rewarded with some peek-through views of the canyon.  I think it was even more beautiful this way.



 

On the way down, the sun was setting over Nihau (small Hawaiian to the west of Kauai). There were some pretty epic crepuscular rays. But you can see how thick the cloud layer was – there was no way we could've gotten a clear view up at top.



Monday, January 21, 2013

I'm alive

I swear I am. It's been a little crazy over here. Within the span of two months I left a job, found a new one, and packed up and left for the Big Island of Hawaii, where I worked on a farm on the Hilo side of the island–the rainforest side. This was November and December.

I lived in a treehouse, tasted every new tropical fruit I came across, hiked across a dead volcanic lake, and scooped up a lot of donkey poop. I went by myself and it was amazing. Hawaii is so beautiful. I'd pack up and go back in a heartbeat.

I have so many photos to share...and given that I had gone to Kauai in October (and wrote only post about it so far...), my blog is going to be very tropical in the foreseeable future. Or next couple years, considering my writing speed.

In the meantime, enjoy some of the pics I took on my iPhone:

Airplane descending


 
Papaya tree with unripe fruit



 
Donkey, chicken, goat.



Volcanic steam vents



 
Turtle sunbathing on a Punalu'u black sand beach.



 
Banyan tree planted by Franklin Roosevelt.



 
Sunrise on my last day.



 
Hike down Pololu Valley.



 
Rain and fog in Keaau.



 
Above altostratus clouds on Mauna Kea.



 
City of Refuge



 
Rainbow at Volcano National Park.



 
Kileau Caldera



 
Leaf skeletons in rainforest mulch



 
Waipio Lookout



 
Hiking on the Kilauea Iki Trail



 
Crepescular rays at sunset



 
Cross-section of a cacao fruit (where chocolate comes from!)



 
Rainbow eucalyptus bark



 
Turkey Tail



 
Ube tapioca and coconut milk...aamazing



Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Cherimoya, the "ice cream fruit"

*Update 1/21/2012. I take back all the negative things I said about this fruit. I had some fresher ones later in my trip and they were so, so, so much better.

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There's one fruit I've been wanting to try a long time...and that was the cherimoya. After all, it's what Mark Twain called "the most delicious fruit known to men."  (I was wondering how he managed to snag one, as they only grow in the tropics...apparently he once traveled to Hawaii as a reporter for the Sacramento Union.)

Anyway my photos are pretty disgusting. I got the cherimoya in relatively normal condition this morning from the Hilo Farmer's Market (it was soft and green with only a few small twinges of brown – which meant it was ready to eat), but it got knocked around in my car trunk the entire day, thanks to the abrupt starts and stops along Hawaii Belt Road, which is undergoing construction in multiple places.

It also could have potentially been due to my not ever driving in the past year, but we're not going to explore that option.

So here's a nice picture of a cherimoya (looks a bit snakey doesn't it):

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And since my photos are so ugly I'm hiding them til after the jump...

Bipolar

When I'm petting the cat...



When I stop petting the cat...