Water droplets looked like jewels during a lull between downpours on a recent visit to Port Townsend.
I failed last week and missed the F link-up, but I posted an F post anyway, you can see it here: F is for Frolicking Friends
And yesterday offered a chance to fulfill today’s G post!
Because the day was beautiful and warm, we decided to hike up to Rattlesnake Ledge. Not a rattlesnake in sight, though that could have been due to the throngs of other hikers filling the trail.
Good Grief, there were a lot of people with the same idea as us! Some of them were plodding along gaddingly, while others ran down the trail.
We were first rewarded near the top with this glimpse of the view:
and even more great views greeted us when we hiked the rest of the two miles to the top.
And I couldn’t leave without taking a photo of the gobs of people at the top, our 300 closest friends! ;)
Until next time, goodbye!
C is for Copious amounts of Cookies because two of my friends’ birthday’s are coming up, so I mixed together a couple batches of cookies to send them. If you know who these friends are, SHHHH don’t tell! ;)
Linking up with Alphabe-Thursday!
These are your classic crinkle cookies, I can’t remember where I found my recipe, but it’s similar to this one (though, this isn’t quite the recipe I use, it should be fine. I might post my recipe later, if I feel like it.)
I got the recipe for these “healthy” chocolate chip cookies from Chocolate Covered Katie, it’s her Best Healthy Chocolate Chip Cookie recipe, and you can find it HERE. I substituted water for milk and cashews for the mac nuts (didn’t feel like going back to the store).
I saw lots of things that start with B this week, but since my blog is primarily about photography, I decided to get out my homemade bokeh lens cover and my colorful Christmas lights. When I tried the bokeh lens cover on my 18-55mm lens (with only a 3.5 aperture opening) it didn’t work so well. However, with my new 50mm 1.8 lens I thought it was time to try it again!
What do you think of my heart bokeh?
I was born in the Bay Area, in California, and moved to Medford Oregon when I was 12 years old.
Last November, I moved to the Puget Sound area in Washington. I naively thought that the foliage and such would be similar to that in Southern Oregon, since both are same general region of the Northwest.
I was sorely wrong. While there are some plants that overlap both places, Washington offers a whole slew of new and strange plants for me to learn about.
Among other things, there are two that I’ve encountered in the last two days that particularly caught my attention.
Yesterday, I “learned” about Stinging Nettle. My poor finger. Luckily I had Wikipedia to assure me that it’s only temporarily painful, and harmless.
And today I saw something amazing (Alphabe-Thursday: A – I did it!).
This was a plant that looked exactly like a typical raspberry bush, but the berries were orange. ORANGE!
Isaac and I thought maybe they were just under-ripe, but even that seemed wrong to me. All unripe raspberries I’ve ever seen were white or green. I touched one – as any curious person would do – and it nearly fell away from the plant into my hand. To me, that means it was ready to be eaten.
I looked at Isaac, who was looking at me apprehensively. I wanted to eat that berry. But I was good.
I bought it home to look up and what it was. If all was well I would give it a go. I didn’t want to die, there in the middle of a little patch of forest.
These are showing up all along all the trails I’ve been on lately, and are a lovely bright orange color.
It was delicious. And I’m not dead. It tasted partly like a raspberry, and partly like — something else. I want to say sort of like an orange, but my brain might just be telling me that’s what it tasted like. Perhaps. I’ll have to eat more to be sure.
Zounds! Z is for whatever you can think of. I couldn’t think of anything readily available to photograph.
So, whip up a batch of zabaglione to enjoy with some zampone , slip on your zamarra, sit down on your zabuton on the zabra, do a little zambra while listening to someone play a zampogna, while engaged in zenography. And be sure to check out all the Z entries, here: