Posts Tagged ‘beer’

 

 

Hello every body. Some times I make photographs. Some times I make blog. Usually not. This time it is. Check it.

I found this very nice leaf near my house.

This is more of the things that I see.

Found beer. (not mine) I don’t drink in public. That’s against the law.

Bees?

I hope you enjoy my nature blog. There’s probably some more nature ahead, faithful readers.

Hello everybody. I’ll bet you didn’t think we’d be back here again together so soon. You’re just going to have to deal with it.

That’s what the Granville street bridge looks like from my apartment when I take my glasses off.

Broadway and Fraser street fog.

Patient cuppies. Waiting for what’s coming.

It’s okay to keep making the same photo when they’re nice to look at right?

Is that an order?

That was sans tripod… and the exposure was several stops off. Wouldn’t mind trying that one again proper.

Someone has a house that looks like that.

Winding up in Chinatown once again.

Sometimes that means noodles.

And what follows is kind of what happens when you take your camera out for a couple drinks.

I love it when my camera does me such favors.

Mmmmobile sandwich.

Some kind of shame involved here surely.

In our final moments we are comforted by a serenity of sorts.

This blog has people in it.

And the common theme between all of these social events seems to be that I was there. And also a camera.

Who were they? Someone will know.

Challenge me to stand here and not want to take this photograph every time. No wait, don’t do that.

Birthday beer.

Birthday hat!

Better believe it.

These are the last looks.

Goodbye.

The day was Friday, December 21, 2012. I was in Seattle drinking wine and eating an exquisite duck confit pasta.

A fancy night means fancy photos.

After a while I realized that there was a cheesecake on the menu.

Suddenly Louis C.K. started saying funny things.

Moments later I was enjoying Pine Box and this is a place where they have some beer. Being that December 21 happened to be the Mayan apocalypse I certainly drank one of those and it was just as delicious as one would expect of any apocalypse.

Drinking buddy #1.

Drinking buddy #2. This guy was a great drinking partner. Wish I could remember his name. That’s how you know.

After pathetically attempting to navigate back to the hotel by staring at a dying iphone through deep sea goggles we hired someone to deliver our sorry asses where we belonged.

In the morning walking for breakfast.

Everywhere I looked numerous things were happening.

I encountered this man broadcasting psychologically abusive rhetoric to crowds by loudspeaker.

Does that even mean anything?

While sitting at bauhaus with a cappuccino I spent some time to ponder an important question.

It was a good day for drinking coffee and reading.

I’ll be back with more festive photos soon. Thanks for reading.