28 December 2010

Jiao zi

Hopping across the Pacific from Argentina to China. Traditional boiled dumplings, with a pork and cabbage filling. Top: before, middle: after.



27 December 2010

Alfajores

All the way from Argentina, and supposedly the best brand available, Postres Balcarce. If you've had these before your mouth should be watering already, if not, get your hands on some! Many thanks to Ernesto for the tip.



16 December 2010

13 December 2010

11 December 2010

Late lunch at Tobacco Factory

Sea scallop and clam risotto (above) and 'Catch of the day' with crab meat ratatouille and tartare sauce (below). The Tobacco Factory (website) is a surprisingly nice discovery away from Bristol's city centre. With dance studios, a theatre and bar/restaurant/cafe amongst other things. Far too much for me to talk about, find out for yourself! The food was wonderful, as were the tea and cakes.


08 December 2010

Dog in the fog

And some brave runners. I just don't get tired of fog photos. Perhaps it's the novelty.

07 December 2010

Mist and lights

And sub-zero temperatures. And a hard lesson on photo gear and condensation.

06 December 2010

Mist and shadows

The Clifton Suspension Bridge casts a shadow over a misty Avon gorge.

05 December 2010

Mist in the gorge

So I've been wanting to go photograph the Clifton Suspension Bridge in early morning light for a while now, and the first time I saw the bridge I thought, "This would be nice in a fog."

I decided to get up early one morning this weekend to take some photographs, but come seven a.m.  Saturday I was far too comfortable in bed to brave the cold and the dark, and slept until midday instead. Seven a.m. Sunday was the same story, but nine o'clock rolls round and I thought I'd check the weather, just in case. It said fog, which woke me up, then I glanced out the window, which woke me up even more. Ten minutes later I was out the door and scoffing down a chocolate cookie as breakfast.

The walk there was precarious, I was rushing and excited and the ice didn't help matters much. I immediately regretted not wearing my boots. But when I turned the corner to face the bridge I was astounded by the view in front of me.

I spent the next three hours filling my memory card and remained absolutely astounded by the shots I got. I've fallen in love with fog.

Lots more to come, stay tuned!

01 December 2010

Urban abandonment in Port Talbot

All that excitement with the police and stuff, I forgot I actually took some photos. Here's an abandoned building site Ernesto and I contemplated wandering around in. Trespass did play on my mind, but the locked gate and high walls pretty much made that decision for us. I settled for a peek through a hole in the wall.