I left New Zealand mid-2003, bound for Istanbul and a new lif. After two years, a Belgian guy lured me into his world, deep in the heart of Europe. For a long time I was an in-process immigrant. One day we married. These days it's about photography, a little red wine and wandering ... and so the journey goes.
I was trailing behind Lut and Gert who were talking of political things ... I oftentimes trail when my camera is with me and I spotted this sprout and did a 'drive-by' shoot.
i spotted this weird cactus in Austin, TX that i never photographed, but always wished I had, the little fella looked like a man in a karate stance. i miss my karate cactus i used to see on my morning commute
Lol V. Well I have an unfortunate brussels sprout incident in my past so I knew.
For a while, while living on the airforce base back home in NZ, I hooked up with a friend who talked me into pruning grapevines with her at one of the many wineries that surrounded us when I lived in Marlborough.
And that was okay, Baileys was involved, we laughed often and the weather was good.
So based on that I went apple picking and learned to drive a tractor ... another fun experience.
THEN she talked me into pickin sprouts.
The clue should have been the wet weather gear and gumboots I had to wear. It's crap picking brussel sprouts, it's best to think they come from the freezer, let me tell you ... squatting picking muddy cold ouchy.
I lasted one hour and stood up, saying to my boss, 'I'm sorry, there are things that I'll do but this is one of those things that I just can't talk myself into.'
i spotted this weird cactus in Austin, TX that i never photographed, but always wished I had, the little fella looked like a man in a karate stance. i miss my karate cactus i used to see on my morning commute
ReplyDeleteWe live and we learn :) I'm glad I photographed this ugly little brussel sprout plant then.
ReplyDeleteI had no idea brussel sprouts came from such weird looking plants. At my house they always came from the freezer compartment...
ReplyDeleteLol V. Well I have an unfortunate brussels sprout incident in my past so I knew.
ReplyDeleteFor a while, while living on the airforce base back home in NZ, I hooked up with a friend who talked me into pruning grapevines with her at one of the many wineries that surrounded us when I lived in Marlborough.
And that was okay, Baileys was involved, we laughed often and the weather was good.
So based on that I went apple picking and learned to drive a tractor ... another fun experience.
THEN she talked me into pickin sprouts.
The clue should have been the wet weather gear and gumboots I had to wear. It's crap picking brussel sprouts, it's best to think they come from the freezer, let me tell you ... squatting picking muddy cold ouchy.
I lasted one hour and stood up, saying to my boss, 'I'm sorry, there are things that I'll do but this is one of those things that I just can't talk myself into.'
He understood.