Brown. That is what most of my food photos are. Low-key and containing a significant amount of some shade of brown.
I find I am very drawn to low-key, moody images. In food photography, and all other photography too. Earthy photos with wood and rocks and wrinkles that tell a story. My favourite.
Fish stew. Simple and fast. Pretty close to fast food really. A nice photo shoot idea for iStock and we get to eat the spoils!
If you can't get your hands on a bit of fresh cod for fish stew, you can use that brilliant frozen cod that your sister-in-law sent you for Christmas. You know, the cod that was plucked out of the waters of Green Bay around September and handled with great skill the minute it hit the floor of the boat.
And, if it happens to be filleted cod, you can supplement the flavour of the stew with some of that fish stock you made last year. You know, the stock made with the left over heads and bones you scrounged from your friends. The stuff in the bottom of your freezer?
And that brings us to the high-priority task of the month. To get to the bottom of the freezer!
Well, my youngest is off on an adventure. Again. It's Vancouver this time.
As I listen to him prepare for his travels, I've been contemplating his connection to the sea.
With little exception, all of the places he has been fortunate enough to live have been very close to the sea. Newfoundland and Labrador, Brazil, England, France, and now Vancouver.
And interestingly, one of my favourite songs that he sings is "Wave Over Wave". A song about wanderlust and the sea. He and his brother sang it with an a Capella group in high school, and they also sing it in three-part harmony with their Dad. And it gives me shivers every time I hear it.
One of the nice things about Christmas is that you can visit people without an invitation. Sweet!
There are a few different visiting protocols in Newfoundland and Labrador. My people usually engaged in a haphazard visiting procedure.
My parents called it 'touching in'. It is also referred to as 'dropping in' or 'popping in'. The results are the same in each case.
Generally speaking, when my Mom said "...we are just going to touch in for a few minutes..." it meant, "The lights are on. We are going in. We have no idea what to expect. We may be there 5 minutes. We may be there 5 hours." Good times!
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