Someone should tell Sir Richard Branson that there’s only one ‘H’ in eh.
‘Ehh’ is for people named Fonzie.
I just rolled into San Francisco for a photo shoot in Napa. Right off the plane straight into a 20 foot cube truck to pickup equipment. While getting scaffolding at Active Rentals I noticed this table of essential Burning Man supplies.
If you don’t know what Burning Man is you can google it, but it’s essentially a “secret” desert carnival for hippies, new-agers, ravers, off-gridders and performance artists.
Some of the things you definitely need: rope, tarps, protective goggles and respirators. Apparently it gets quite dusty.
A perfect end to a long day on-set.
The way this back light edges me I almost look heroic.
The irony is that this picture was taken right outside the main courthouse a.k.a. The Justice Centre, Dallas.
Cars are king in Texas; and their roads lord over the land.
I ain’t touching this one. I’ll leave the comments for others.
Several years ago my girlfriend and I began keeping a journal of all the wines we try.
It’s not very professional or scientific – it wouldn’t impress a sommelier, but I find it very rewarding to be able to look back on several years worth of bottles and the meals and experiences they were paired with.
A while back a read a statistic that said 95% of the wine sold by the LCBO is consumed within two hours of purchase. And, in my opinion, likely forgotten within three.
To me this is a fun way to remember.