Coffee – Photogeek Blog

Corporate Coffee Still Sucks

This morning, on the way to somewhere. I tortured my wife with a game of “When I was a kid. We were so poor.” After starting several truths with the same “When I was a kid…” I knew that her tolerance was thinning. Whether she knew my intentions or not. The subject soon turned to coffee and I recalled how my Father never had anything but the leftovers of a six pack of Heineken and last nights take home from the bar. Despite owning a coffee maker. The only purpose it served was as an anchor in case the counter top decided to run away. While visiting on the weekend. He would always sleep until noon or so before he opened one eye enough to locate me looming by the doorway to say, “Coffee, Black. Two.” It was then, and only then. When I’d take whatever amount of money left on the side table or his pants. Usually enough for two cups of coffee. A dill pickle, (Those were good.) and a soda. Times were different. So two dollars would not only cover it, But provide with the loose change I needed to start my days adventures. As my wife suggested to stop at the local Starbucks to get some work done. I agreed. Thinking devilishly, of that Cafe Latte she’d purchase to keep me occupied and quiet while she had her nose in the computer. However, spending six to eight buck for a fucking cup of coffee and getting a funny look when you don’t adhere to their contrived sizes of Tall, Vente, and Grande. Imagine a construction worker, or bus driver ordering from those choices. I bet it’s like a kick in the balls. While I consider myself a realist, and I don’t expect a cup of coffee to cost thirty five cents in 2024. Wouldn’t we be better people if we made our own coffee and/or limited related outings to mom and pop or independently owned spots? Just a thought and an All-American rant. Drink Deep.

A Calmer Moment.

Anxious, Happiness, Industrial Photography, Mental Health

I am sitting at the bar, writing reviews of recently released records that are absolute bangers and enjoying a robust cup of coffee. Meanwhile. after a brief battle with anxiety. I’m enjoying a calm moment after snapping this image. Being one of the many whose happiness and fulfillment depends on copious amounts of coffee, I am suddenly writing with a more focused and fluid focus. Fully realizing that coffee, music and the written word often anchor my happiness. Here’s to the good things.

The Hard Choices We’re Asked to Make.

Anecdote, Finding your Zen, Happiness, Travel, Travel Photography

For as long as I can remember, my wife’s “What do you want to do this weekend?” has been a trigger as far as my habit to over think. While those words and that question are not and have never been intended to inflict any fear or pressure. I’ve often taken it a lot more seriously. As the years go by and we both get older. Our interests have narrowed considerably. My answers to “What do you want to do this weekend have narrowed down to coffee, photography, and record shopping. Bacon often finds its way into the conversation, but that’s just me being patriotic.

Welcoming the Fall

Fall Colors, Finding your Zen

I have never carved a pumpkin. I don’t like pumpkin pie and think the whole pumpkin spice thing is bat shit crazy. I don’t have kids, but hate that adults have basically hijacked the whole costume tradition. Aside from that, I bought forty dollars worth of candy last year and decorated my apartment door only to great ZERO trick or treators.

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Tea Cups Light the Way

Art, Canon Lenses, Finding your Zen, Storytelling

I was enjoying my Chi Tea and downtime at Rochester’s Minnesota’s Forager Brewery when I left my seat for a quick bathroom break and tour of the facilities. Most of what I found was a designers wet wet dream. Form the cool architecture, extra nooks and crannies and magazine inspiring design, I was inspired to fire off a few shots from my camera. As I’ve grown to love shadows and contrast, I find myself leaving my flash in the bag, if taking it along at all. As I made my way back to my seat, I noticed these tea cups / lights hanging from the ceiling looking quite artful. As my days as a studio photographer seem to have come to a close, I’ve found solace knowing I’m still inspired to capture and document my surroundings.

Greasy Spoons, Muddy Cups and Crate Digging

Finding your Zen

I love Tacoma and while a long commute will probably doom any plans to settle there, I look forward to our many weekend trips there. With two years living in the great northwest tucked in our back pocket and more trips to Tacoma to count. It’s easy to appreciate the area’s laid back vibe and somewhat close proximity to our home. The problem, if you can call it one, with visiting any particular area is that you often find yourself visiting the same spots and doing the same things. And while repetition can often bring one temporary comfort, it can also produce torturous results. (Ever see the movie Groundhog Day? And while we did manage to include a couple of regular stops including High Voltage Records and Bluebeard Coffee, it was our breakfast at Marcia’s Silver Spoon Cafe and its industrial surroundings that really had us foaming at the mouth.

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It goes without saying, that, as much as visiting those old comfortable might have it’s perks, the practice itself gets old rather quickly. So, instead of visiting the same places over and over again, try turning your chosen navigation app. off and let you natural sense of curiosity take over. Getting lost is often the best wsy to find yourself an adventure to remember. It can also net you a few more favorite places to go to.

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