We came out of Karaoke Kid and I had to ride home on my frozen bike. For the two hours we were karaokiing, my bike was outside on a pole, getting sleeted to death. On my way home, nothing worked. Not my brakes, not my shifters. Couldn’t hear the usual zippy-hum of my studded tires — they were encased in ice.
I’d be hard-pressed to pick one favorite thing about running old rentals business, Silver Street Studio, LLC. Working with photo crews? Tasty catering? Both, awesome. But our Fotofest Biennial exhibits really stand out for me.
Every two years we’d donate our space for a month to house one of the thirty Fotofest Biennial exhibits. The Fotofest Biennial, according to their website, is “the largest event of its kind in the world”. . . a “platform for ideas and discovery, combining museum-quality art with important social and aesthetic issues.”
In the photo above you can see why I loved temporarily transforming my workaday photo studio into an elegant, clean modern art gallery. There were always anxiety butterflies in that first hour of the gallery opening, when only one person would show up (above).
That one person was of course the advance guard of the army that would follow. Ever have 500 people hanging out in your house? (My photo studio was in my backyard.)
Said army out in the bar in my carport.
My wife and I enjoy throwing parties. It’s safe to say our Fotofest gallery openings were our best attended shindigs. And at the end of the night, as the last of the army would be marching out, and our volunteers could take their first much-needed break (below), my wife and I would smile at each another, a bit incredulous we had really pulled off an event of such complexity and magnitude, and had a thrilling fun time doing it.
Above is a photo of my wife handing off “Black Bean Soup” to me midstream, as she leaves for work in the morning. With me working nights, we’ve developed a system that leverages the benefits of tag-team cooking even when we can’t work on a meal together, and, as in this case, when we don’t even see each other in the morning because our waking schedules don’t overlap.
She and I each like to cook well enough on our own, but it’s way more enjoyable cooking together. Cooking together also allows us to take on more complex recipes, in part because the total number of tasks is cut in half. And since our cooking skills and preferences are so different from one another, I usually get to trade away my least favorite culinary chores in exchange for one’s my wife despises but I enjoy.
(Recipe from Cooking, Chic Simple)