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Written by Nick Dawson
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Saturday, 20 September 2008 16:55 |
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Update:
After only one day back at work I am already wishing for pink sand beaches. Curiously, I have also been thinking about buying a moterscooter...
There are 4 sets of the more (or less?) artistic shots, as well as a group of snapshots here.
Alternatvly if you are interested in downloading your own copies, you can also find the snapshots here and the artsy stuff here in my gallery.
Just a quick post before heading out to pink sand beaches. Bermuda is wonderful, a real paradise. Pictures are tickeling up to Flickr and you can find them here.
A note on "GeoTagging":
most of my images now have geographic data embedded in them. Flickr recognizes this data and shows them as pin-points on a map, see for yourself here. |
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Last Updated ( Tuesday, 23 September 2008 03:10 )
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Written by Nick Dawson
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Saturday, 30 August 2008 23:39 |
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I'm not known for doing things the easy way. You have to figure, a guy who makes his own bacon is the same kind of guy who runs his own web site server. This ain't blogger! Sometimes that comes back to bite me and since January of 2008 I have not had a comment system.
Today I spent some time and fixed that problem...so now I present NickDawson.net - Now With Comments!
I am looking forward to hearing from all three of you who read this site, I appericate you all very much and am sorry that there has not been an easier way to interact before.You might also note a new link at the top of the page - an email link. Feel free to drop me a line. |
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Last Updated ( Sunday, 31 August 2008 03:00 )
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Written by Nick Dawson
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Tuesday, 26 August 2008 23:23 |
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What happens when you get 30 Dawsons in one place?
See all the pics on Flickr or here on Apple
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Last Updated ( Wednesday, 27 August 2008 00:08 )
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Written by Nick Dawson
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Monday, 28 July 2008 00:18 |
 It is summer here in Virginia which means heat and humidity are as abundant as fresh veggies. Its the time of year when a cool, crisp glass of wine is considerably more enticing than spending hours over a hot stove. A simple salad makes a great meal and is equally suited to a slow night in or a back yard dinner party. When people ask me for a recipe, of any kind, I always ask if they know how to make a basic vinaigrette. Once you have conquered this unctuous mix of acid and oil, you will have a whole world of possibilities open.
Read more in Food, Simply. Just click on Find Me Here and follow the links to Food, Simply.
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Written by Nick Dawson
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Thursday, 17 July 2008 15:53 |
When the evenings get long, like they are now, and the desire for slow alfresco dinners becomes overwhelming I find myself thinking about Paris in the summer. Due to its latitude, or perhaps some kind of divine stroke of light by the ghosts of great artists, Paris in the summer months stays light until well after ten in the evening. That extended day means that cafe life should be boisterous, even Spain-like, as the day approaches tomorrow. But that is the thing about Paris in the summer - it isn't. Summer is Paris is when Parisians go home to visit family or head to the South of France for holiday. Those well lit evenings at the cafe are quite, at least as quiet as Paris gets.
I have a trunk of memories from my two summers spent in Paris, sitting outside enjoying a wonderfully slow meal and soaking in the city. Recently I have found myself dipping into that trunk and rummaging around. That was the same summer that got my first digital camera and though I did not realize it at the time, when I fell in love with capturing images. I had a chance to upload some of the rare, nay, lucky shots from that summer and this felt like the right time to share them. This snapshot, and that is all it was ever intended to be, of Notre Dame is like a string around my finger, a reminder. The night before I was to fly home after that first summer I checked into a hotel near the airport. There was that feeling that any traveler will relate to of needing to be home but not being ready to leave. I took the train back into Paris for one last meal and stroll around some favorite spots. To this day, I cannot recall where, let alone what I ate (for those who know me that may come a shocker). But, I do recall taking this picture as vividly as if I were there now. I took a walk that I came to know like my own street in Richmond; through the Latin quarter, around St. Germain (my adopted arrondissement) and across the Pont Neuf to the Ile-de-la-cite. When I paused and rested my camera on the stone railing I made a promise that if I ever forgot that moment, that feeling then I would board a plane to Paris right away.
And I have do so, several times since that moment. It is a promise I continue to make to myself every time I find that trunk of memories even the slightest bit dusty.
Recently, I was also reminded of David Sedaris' gut busting recount of overhearing an American couple mistake him for a French pickpocket. I have you have not heard David Sedaris on NPR, please take a listen. Unfortunately it requires Real Player, and for that I am truly sorry. |
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Last Updated ( Thursday, 17 July 2008 16:05 )
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