While the objective may be clear, it’s always helpful to have a cairn mark the path.
Somewhere between here and there, we decided to take a break and stopped for coffee in Lillooet. While we looked forward with anticipation to drinking our brew, it almost seemed a shame to destroy our barista’s creation.
A few years ago, once at the col we had the choice to either head south or go north up to Mount Webb, since time would not allow us to bag both peaks. So while not exactly a new horizon, a climb to the summit of Mount MacDonald may definitely find a spot on next year’s todo list.
Relax – easy for you to say when your meal arrives on a plate, whereas I have to keep an eagle eye on my supper running out there through the grass.
While typical pottery firings are a rather long, slow process taking a few hours to bring the temperature up and a drawn out cooling process, Raku tends to quickness. Using an insulated 45 gallon steel drum as a kiln with a propane fired tiger torch as the heat provider, it only takes about twenty minutes to raise the temperature up to 1800° F. Then the fun begins as you gingerly lift out the red hot pot with iron tongs, place it on a bed of shredded newspaper and fine wood shavings, which instantly burst into flames, and then cover the still flaming piece with a metal pail to use up the oxygen and reduce the glaze. With luck and magic the dull dried glaze will transform into a glassy multicoloured finish in minutes.
Yet another horn blasting, whistle wailing BNSF train rumbling its passage along the beachfront. A bane in the life of thousands of White Rockians who constantly whine about the noise as freights and Amtrak trundle along at all hours of the day. Should have checked out the neighbourhood before moving. 🙂
What do you get when the kitchen staff toss out the leftover fruit every afternoon? A chaotic mob jousting for the best bites.
Not the harvest or super moon, still it seems oversized. So blame it on lens distortion or a hole in the hard drive where the photo is stored or it’s an alien portal to a far away living room or I imbibed too much moonshine at supper!
Sometimes it’s more interesting to see what is left behind after the H2O has gone.
Stencilled storm drain warnings are ubiquitous in many communities. Usually accomplished with a quick spray of red paint, these ones in South Surrey are permanent metal disks glued to the curb. Despite this a few are missing, likely chiseled off during the night by enterprising collectors.
Entry for CB&W photo challenge.