1. I've been slowly but surely coming to a better understanding of aperture. Today, when I left Rainbow Optics, with my pupils dilated, and the whole world looked liked an overexposed photograph, I came to an even better understanding of that opening through which light travels in a camera.
2. Back when I could take Snug to the dog park near Wayne Morse Ranch, he would start speaking in tongues as we neared the parking lot, ecstatic to be arriving, eager to get out of the car, excited to run and play with other dogs. Today, Snug and I went to the west side of Hendricks Park again and the smells and sights of the park must be getting familiar to Snug because once we entered the park, he began speaking in tongues and couldn't get out of the car fast enough to stick his nose in all those smells of the urban forest.
3. It was a hand-crafted night at the Troxstar house. I hand-crafted a batch of Buffalo wings. Marla hand-crafted the ingredients for burritos and we all hand-crafted our own unique burritos. I hand-crafted Old Fashions, each hand-crafted cocktail highlighted by George Dickel's finest hand-crafted No. 12 Tennessee Whisky, with its concentrated flavors of rich oak and subtle vanilla leading to a long finish with hints of maple, butter and smoke, for the Troxstar, Marla, and the Deke. The Troxstar opened the tap to his keg of hand-crafted Kolsch beer from Double Mountain Brewery of Hood River, fine purveyors of hand-crafted Northwest beers and ales since 2007, with an uncompromising focus on beer quality. Conversation at the dinner table was replete with hand-crafted wit, stories, smart ass remarks, and, above all, hand-crafted laughter.
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