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How To Make A Icing Flower
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Hay for cattle. Flowers for people.
I like the swirled pattern of the windrow hay. The dirt "road" we drove was down the length of the field, as far as the eye can see, between wind row hay and ribbons of flowers. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Farmers’ permission: On our drive along Oregon highway 213 & 214 from Salem to Silver Falls state park, we noticed some spectacular fields of flowers, being grown in the area for the flower seed trade. On the way back from our hike at Silver Falls we stopped by three of the farms where I dutifully and properly knocked on the door of each of the three farm houses, to ask permission to enter their land for the purpose of taking photographs. Each of the encounters will be a lasting memory of this road trip. Here is the story of each: Farmhouse #1: A middle aged man came out from his double story farm house and listened to my request. His response “Nah, I don’t mind a bit if you walk anywhere in the flower fields you want, my one request though, is that you don’t bother any elk you see. They love the flowers”. How great is that? I did in fact see elk tracks entering and exiting the man’s flower fields. Farmhouse #2: a young woman with a cute little four or five year old daughter came around from the back of the farmhouse, as I was knocking on the front door. She seemed puzzled that I would bother to ask permission then smiled and said “you go just wherever you want and take all the pictures you like”. I complimented her daughter on her bright red new sandals, which brought a big smile to her face. What nice people you meet out in the country. Farmhouse #3: A nice middle aged lady with a young daughter and a visiting neighbor woman came to the enclosed back porch of their farm house. I made my speech, asking permission to walk around the flower fields for the purpose of taking photos. Not only did I get a “yes” but the lady told me that the hay field was theirs, the flower fields a good neighbors, and that I was welcome to drive our car down the narrow dirt road that separated the two properties and fields. She even told me how I could rejoin a gravel road at the end of the field if I wanted to return to highway 213 another way. How is that for nice? We took her up on her offer and drove slowly (not wanting to raise dust) and got some good photos of the flower fields there. So that’s my story. The light wasn’t great in all cases, but the farmers sure were. As always my patient and understanding wife, waited in the car most of the time, while I ran around the farmers’ fields, getting my jeans dirty, kneeling in the dirt here and there, to try to capture some nice flower photos and some fine memories as well. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We took a four day, 950 mile counter clockwise looping “road trip” through Oregon (August 3-6th, 2011). The weather was outstanding. The trip included a little “quality” penny slot machine time for my wife at three Oregon Native American casinos: Spirit Mountain at Grand Ronde; Chinook Winds at Lincoln City; and Kah-Nee-ta at Warm Springs. For me I got some barefoot beach hiking along the Oregon Coast. Together we took the five mile version of the waterfalls loop hike at Silver Falls state park (our first visit there). Driving highway 213 to and from Silver Falls State Park from Salem, we came across many large farms raising colorful flowers for the packaged flower seed business. We met some really nice people, when we stopped to ask permission at these flower farms, to enter their private property to take photographs. Lots of fun! We drove the McKenzie Pass highway for the first time. We really enjoyed that scenic drive and for me it was a reconnaissance for future hiking along the Pacific Crest Trail in the Three Sisters Wilderness, with McKenzie Pass serving as the north trailhead. We had one of the best Mexican dinners we have had in long time at Mazatlan’s in Redmond, Oregon and I managed to convince my wife that we needed a short shopping trip stop at the nice REI store in Bend, Oregon. We drove some scenic back roads, we had never before traveled, when we visited the Warm Springs reservation for a casino stop for my wife (I read Backpacker magazine under the shade of a tree, sipping on an ice cold lime diet Pepsi). Our new Honda Fit got a respectable 40 mpg on this trip, with the A/C running much of the time…so we were happy with that. I’m now spoiled by the USB port in the glove box that let’s us play all of our “oldies” favorites from music folders loaded onto a small flash drive. Nothing like lots of good traveling tunes to make a road trip just that much more fun. Once again, with just the two of us…..a great time was had by each and all. I hope you enjoy some of the photographs we took along our way. OMT August 2011. 0000
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i haven't done any flower shots in ages. i decided to pick these red flowers from the garden, freeze them in an icecube tray and photograph them to celebrate getting to 100,000 views to my photostream. it's an honour to think that so many people have visited and i thank you all. special thanks go out to my regular visitors; i know who you are and i love and appreciate each of you. these lyrics by local band, the hilltop hoods, sum it up: For my people in the front (front) In the Nosebleed Section (section) This is for the heads that's loving the mix, My people in the front, all covered in spit, Batters in the box, Suffa to pitch, Hilltop Hoods, all up in this b*tch, And we the funk leaders, punks you can't beat us, We bump and pump meters, we drunk you chumps need us, So jump with us, down in the front if it's, Your flavour, come get drunk with us, This life turned out nothing like I had planned, why not? By now I should've had some land, Some money in my hand, round about fifty grand, But I got nothing, I write rhymes on the bus, I keep suffering; f**k the lines of the dust, You keep sniffing, that sh*t is for the punk hoes, This sh*t is for my bros, my people in the front row. [Chorus:] You know I looked around, for faces I'd know, I fell in love with the people in the front row (ho how) [x2] [Verse Two - Suffa] I got hip-hop taste buds, I wanna hear that bass when I make love, I wanna hear some lyrics when I wake up, Write rhymes to get me through a break up, b*tch! Rough like whisky straight, no chaser, Went through fifty breaks, no flavour, Till I found this one, and made the, Bass hook with the drum, my saviour, This is the comeback, tongue that's sharp like a thumbtack, It's so tight James is saying give my funk back, One track, eight track, a-dat, residual Noise, man f**k that, we clean with the digital, Toys I'm the Apache, you're failing to match me, Throw your hands in the air like you're hailing a taxi, And move to the funk flow, you stepping? Are you drunk bro? This is for my peeps and the freaks in the front row. [Chorus:] You know I looked around, for faces I'd know, I fell in love with the people in the front row (ho how) [x2] People don't complain if Suffa's in here, And you're in the front row, all covered in beer, And club owners don't say the place is wrecked it's your fault, If the roof is on fire it's an electrical fault, Man I bet you all bolt, when I bring it live Like Friday night footy, in my hoody can hide I, Gets live on the breaks son, like pace one, Lads, if you're heading to the bar grab your mates one, Ladies come chill, come rock with me honey, I got like half a mill in monopoly money, There's no stopping me honey, so you can take my hand, We can lay on the beach and count grains of sand, Or take a plane to Japan, and drink saki with mafia, Fly to Libya for some Bacardi with Gadafi a Dinner date, followed by a funk show, We'll rip off our tops and jump around in the front row. [Chorus:] You know I looked around, for faces I'd know, I fell in love with the people in the front row (ho how) [x2] Look me here, and I'm all yours, It's not for the money and it's not for the applause, no Oh no no nooo (It's for the Nosebleed Section) [Chorus til fade] thanks for being my front row :) incidentally, i'm technically in the music video for this song: in the crowd. i remember that concert. i was squeezed inbetween four tall sweaty guys about a third of the the way back from the front. couldn't seee a thing but it was a great atmosphere.