Saturday, September 7

 Take a wee bit of time for yourself,
go lay in the grass before it all disappears into autumn's halo,
dip your toes into the lake,
and make something exquisitely tasty,
like these little vanilla cream blueberry tartlettes.
(recipe below)







For the crusts, use any pie crust recipe that suits your fancy,
I used a traditional one but rolled the dough in cinnamon before baking
(extra nom-factor)
Also be sure to snatch any last summer fruits you can find for toppings!

FOR THE VANILLA CREAM

1 1/2 cups whole milk
1 egg
2 egg yolks
6 tablespoons sugar (3 ounces)
1/4 cup all-purpose flour (1 1/4 ounces)
2 tablespoons unsalted butter
2 teaspoons vanilla extract

To make the vanilla cream:
Place the milk in a medium sauce pan set over medium high heat. In a bowl, whisk the egg and egg yolks together. Once they are well blended, sprinkle the sugar over the top and whisk it into the eggs until smooth. Next, do the same with the flour, whisking until combined and slightly thickened. Once the milk reaches a low simmer, remove it from the heat. Add about one cup of the hot milk to the egg mixture in a slow, steady stream while whisking constantly. Once the milk is blended into the egg mixture, pour the eggs into the saucepan and whisk until combined. Set the mixture over medium high heat, whisking constantly while it comes to a boil. Continue to cook for one more minute (still whisking constantly) until the mixture is very thick. Once thickened, remove from heat and stir in the butter and vanilla. Cover with a layer of plastic wrap on the surface of the cream and allow to cool to room temperature. Once cooled, chill in the refrigerator for at least an hour (I let mine sit overnight).
also, if you enjoy recipes & the like, my very good friend Hattie has a beautiful, delectable food blog,
Edibles,
that you should take a peek at. Her images and recipes are astounding. 
Feel free to share any more earthly delights you enjoy!


Wednesday, September 4

Disposable African Daydreams

A bit ago I was lucky enough to travel to north Africa,
and in a backpack filled with an array of strange fruits,
scarves,
bits of sand, and a few necessities,
I brought a couple of disposable cameras.
People dismiss the power of these little fellows,
but I think they're quite lovely,
especially when capturing the brisk, unpausing differences you encounter while travelling.
They are quick, and thoughtless, 
and their subtle beauty is a whole art form all in itself, one that I encourage you to explore.
anyway, here are some day moments, (night shots another time).

















Wednesday, August 28

Traces

if I could collect all of the footsteps we walked in that town together,
nights and days and afternoons
line them up,
and trace them across the sea
just to say a few words to you,
je le ferais.









Tuesday, August 20


I am happy to announce the arrival of my personal website!
I have an extremely large database of film images I've taken the past few years,
and this new space serves as a place for you to see my favorites in an organized manner.
Take a moment to peruse!





I'd like to also thank all of my followers for your dedication,
and those who leave feedback,
you make me endlessly happy,
 & I hope that my images do a little bit of the same for you.
I have many projects in the works for this fall,
so keep your eyes peeled!

Monday, August 19

Perdus et Trouvés

 an impossibly french boy.









Tuesday, August 13

Sahara Moonlight


sleeping to a hymn of desert drums,
a sea of stars,
cooed in a bed of sand,
so vast our ships traversed to a rising moon.
Let me tell you about winds.There is a whirlwind from southern Morrocco, the aajej, against which the Fellahin defend themselves with knives. And there is the Ghibli, from Tunis which rolls and rolls and rolls and produces a rather strange nervous condition. And then there is the Harmattan, a red wind, which mariners call the sea of darkness. And red sand from this wind has flown as far as the south coast of England, apparently producing showers so dense that they were mistaken for blood. Herodotus writes about a wind, the Simoon, at which a nation was “so enraged by this evil wind that they declared war on it and marched out in full battle array, only to be rapidly and completely interred."






Monday, August 5

Rêves Suisses

 nuages ​​explorer.