In other photographical news, Twisty talks about lenses. I swoon. Once I conquer the acquisition of a Rebel XTi, I’ll begin a lifetime of collecting dozens of lenses, of which a Lensbaby will be one, I hope.
I share Twisty’s generally amicable attitude toward the Photoshopification of amateur photography. Who wants to live in a world where you can’t manipulate the curves or the color saturation of a photo of the random crap lying around your apartment? Not me, friends. Not me.
However, the newshound in me feels obligated to note whenever I’ve manipulated an image beyond the standard few seconds of color correction (we’re talking mere degrees of visually hyperbolic communication here, I suppose), but I’m working on squashing all of those impulses and replacing them with the sloppy sure-footedness of a cold-hearted artist in search of an indelible image.
Whose food is that? And where did it come from? And whose hand is about to delve into it? I have never seen meat and taters look like that. I feel an intense longing to sample it…
I am almost ashamed to admit that it’s O’Charley’s. That’s Phil’s steak tips and taters.
We made a special trip out to the place Saturday for their chicken harvest soup. It’s divine and they only serve it on Thursdays and Saturdays.
Ohhhhh.
You know I was going to jump on the Project 365 with you, until someone made a remark that you were totally worthy of it, which made me stop and think that there are good photographers out there who would judge me. So now I’m not so sure.
Also, can you make me a neat little symbol that appears on the tab next to my blogs’ names, instead of the big orange B? Like, a little palm tree for PTC, and a little martini glass for BoD?
Oh, hogwash. I love your photos and I want to see 365 new ones. So hop on up, this bandwagon’s got plenty of room!
And yes, I can make you those little icons!
That’s the most attractive presentation of meat and taters I’ve seen in awhile.
PT, the mistake here is giving a damn. If taking and posting pictures makes you happy, do it.
Yoplait. Do it for you.
I think the key is to hit the place right as they open so that their cooks are not tired and pissed off yet. (Unless they’re hungover.)
It was quite scrumptious, too, as blithely generic chain restaurant food goes.
Glad to hear it. I’m only pissed at patrons who come to ask about the gym as soon as we open and just as we’re about to close. It’s probably different for food service cooks. They probably give their best efforts to those who come in early, and save the apathy for the peak time and last hour.