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Seeing Stars: A Photo Essay
Minus-tide events on Vashon Island.
A December’s late night wintertide and an early May’s super low tide accompanied by a brilliant supermoon.
Curing Pork: Fat & Salt
A year ago, Andrew Plotsky and Brandon and Lauren Sheard of Farmstead Meatsmith successfully funded three instructional videos on pork cookery. This week, the team published the last installment of the series, On The Anatomy of Thrift: Fat and Salt.
Shotguns need not apply
Damon and Rebecca have hundreds of grape vines tightly hugging tension wires along the crown of their southern facing sloped hillside on Vashon. These are trained vines with both single and double armed trellising techniques. There are highly diversified clones of Pinot Noir growing here as to deepen the body and experience.
The Forest
The hellebore is blooming outside the porch where the dogs run each morning, night… their white green blossom caught in amongst sword fern and the King Alfred daffodils that will bloom later this month. Spring, late winter, is a quiet return. Drinking coffee and leftover rain and dew catches the new growth on roses, their stems arc and bright green now shows at the ends and middle branches.
Scenes from a Queer Life
Then in the fuckwad pay toilet in Manducherry I walk out, pay two rupees like everybody else but then the attendant falls into deep consult with two uniformed cops. I am called back told to pay five instead he is gesturing toward the ladies room I just came out of saying something something gesturing to me.
Lo, the crows of Vashon
The new pig area was all set to go by the most northerly edge of the Beall greenhouses. The little open section of land nestled between two small groves of trees was perfect for a little pig area. There were cherry trees, and poplars, maybe some alder. It was all happening so fast, I was getting my training in keeping animals. I was eager to care for these critters, fascinated at the thought that I would kill them, and cook them.
Kurt pointed to the holes in the greenhouse, he asked me if I thought those holes posed a problem for a pig escape. I thought the blackberry brambles would keep the pigs in, and assured him they pigs would be fine in here.
I’m certain now that Kurt allowed me to believe it, but was not hopeful of the outcome.
