Lunar Eclipse: Hold still you ….!

My pics aren’t the greatest either. The big lense needs a lot of light, so I had to use long shutter times and as silly as it sounds, the moon is a moving object. Anything above 1 second and it starts to blur and I had to do 8. It was also so dark that I had a hard time finding it through the searcher at all and the focus was guesswork.

Solar eclipse

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Solar eclipse

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Moon and Mars in a dark sky

Moon and Mars
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Lunar eclipse

Probably the best one
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Lunar eclipse

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Lunar eclipse

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Tummy Thursday: Sourdough Bread

Or, you live, you learn.

For my graduation my aunt gave me a cookbook “Vegetarian Spain”. She wrote that she hoped I would like it despite being not a vegetarian, which is something that always puzzles me. While I’m happily omnivore (as is she), I’m not Jordan Peterson or his useless daughter and an exclusive carnivore. Actually, I more often cook vegetarian than not, so why should I be offended by a book about vegetarian cooking?

Anyway, what intrigued me was the idea of making my own sourdough.

I’ll post the recipe for the sourdough starter and not the elaborate kneading and resting instructions, you can surely find some on the net if you’re interested.

Starter:

Day 1:

Mix 150g whole wheat flour with 150 ml water in something higher than wide that holds at least 1l, cover with a clean dish towel, let rest in a warm place.

Day 2:

Add 75g durum wheat flour, 75 ml water, 1 teaspoon of sugar, cover again and let rest.

I didn’t have durum wheat flour, so ordinary flour worked as well.

Day 3:

Like day 2, minus the sugar. By now it should look like this and smell like it went wrong.

bowl with sourdough starter

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Day 4:

Carefully remove the brown water on top. Add 75 g flour.

Day 5:

You can use your starter now. You can also keep it in the fridge and add 75 g of flour and water every week.

I didn’t read the instructions carefully before and when I finally did so i noticed that making that bread would require the whole day and it was midday already, so I waited until the next day. According to the recipe the dough needed to be kneaded and folded and letting rest often and for a long time, so while it wasn’t that much work, it required several hours of being at home.

The recipe also asked for 600ml of water and that was way too much. Even after adding some more flour, my dough was too wet.

unbaked ball of bread

Finished dough ball.
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The finished loaf needed to rest for another 5-6 hours, and it simply ran, becoming very flat.

Fresh loaf of bread

Still delicious
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Another mistake I made was a good idea not thought completely through. I have this “pizza stone” which imitates a real stone oven, and I thought it would be a good idea to bake the bread on it. I still think it is, but I didn’t consider that the stone would need a much longer time to heat up than just the oven, so instead of adding direct heat from the bottom, it kept the heat away so the bread didn’t bake all the way through as you can see in the next picture. But you can also see how the sourdough worked and it was a damn delicious “just with butter” bread.

Freshly sliced bread

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Barcelona: The Aquarium 1

One of the many tourist attractions and one the kids insist on visiting every time is the Aquarium. It has a lot of thematic basins, but of course the main attraction is big shark tank with the glass tunnel. Seriously, how anybody can think of sharks as monsters after seeing them will be eternally lost on me.

Pictures are a bit on the poor side, because the light is always low and a good camera needs good light.

Shark swimming through water.

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Shark in water

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Shark in water

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Barcelona: The City 5: Streets

The last of the streets photos. as I already mentioned, the city is between sea and mountains and has grown in the only possible direction, which is uphill, resulting in some streets that would make San Francisco envious. There are even some where there are escalators to get pedestrians up.

Very steep streets

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A light purple house with a lamppost with a yellow ribbon

The yellow mark on the lamp post is the sign in solidarity with the political prisoners after the failed referendum last year.
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The Daily Bird #780

We’ve been neglecting the Daily Bird, which is a thing that cannot be.

So here’s a gorgeous Sardinian Warbler for you.

The funny thing about shooting with the 600mm lense is that I sometimes don’t even know what I’m shooting and only find out at home when I look at the pics on the computer screen.

Small bird sitting on a fence

Sardinian Warbler
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Barcelona: The City 5: Streets

While there are few green areas in the centre, there are wonderful planted balconies and lovely squares. One thing is that apart from the pretty fountains there are water fountains everywhere that keep the population on two legs as well as four legs hydrated.

A balcony with overgrowing plants

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Fountain in the middle of a sunlit place.

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Pigeons bathing in a fountain.

Another pigeon bath
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Fleckchen

As you may remember, our lovely bunny Pünktchen died some weeks ago, and of course, the first thing my dad did when he returned from their holiday was to take the little one to the breeder to get a new one. The guy breeds bunnies for shows, so those who don’t fit his breeding needs are sold as pets, which shows again that those things are stupid as the new bunny is the cutest.

So here’s the first pics of the new family member. Let’s start with Molli, being very hot and not suspecting that life would change again.

 

Brown rabbit dozing in the shade

Effin’ heat wave when you’re wearing a fur coat.
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And here he is, Fleckchen.

Brown and white bunny

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Face of brown and white bunny

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Face of brown and white bunny

Isn’t he pretty?
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Translating his name got me thinking again. Now, first of all, in German we make things small by adding -chen, which doesn’t always work in English. While you get a baby and a kitty, you don’t have a “cary”, meaning a little toy car. Now, the former bunny was “Pünktchen”. A “Punkt” can be a dot, but also a spot, which would be the more usual term for describing an animal’s coat. A “Fleck” is something like a larger dot. It can be a spill on your clothing, but also the colouring of an animal, so now I have two rabbits named for their coat and they could both be translated as the same word in English. So I went with “Patches” because his coat looks more like a patchwork blanket.

Brown and brown and white rabbit, separated through a fence

Molli and Fleckchen
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Here you can see the first contact between the two, with Fleckchen being in his temporary enclosure, from which he escaped the next day. Thankfully he#s still too young for making baby rabbits.

Barcelona: the City 4: Streets

Wedged in between the mountains and the sea, Barcelona’s streets tend to be narrow and dark, and beautiful.

But it’s also a place where you can see the contrast between rich and poor, with people sleeping rough, begging for change and trying to make ends meet by selling knickknacks. When you come to the harbour you will have the multi-million dollar yachts next to poor immigrants selling cheap sunglases.

I will say one thing in favour of Barcelona and that is that they don’t seem to actively work against the homeless population. There was a spot at Catalunya where our bus arrived and left where a homeless guy had his place, with a small foam mattress and a few belongings. He usually wasn’t there when we arrived, but at least nobody destroyed his things and the police didn’t remove them.

My kids were wondering about the “junk”, not knowing that this was somebody’s home, and when I explained it to them they emptied their pockets and put all their change on the mattress. I was never prouder of them than in that moment.

Narrow street with decorated balconies

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Small balcony with many potted plants

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Barcelona: the City 3: El Mercado de la Boqueria

Just off the big Boulevard “La Rambla” is the big market hall Boqueria. The front is dominated by the stalls that mostly offer their goods to tourists, but in the back you can find the Barceloneses doing their shopping. Fresh fish and fruit and most delicious baked goods for prices that let you forget that you’re supposedly in a tourist attraction.

Colourful displays of sweets and marzip figures.

Marzipan and sweets in the market.
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What I interestingly couldn’t find were signs and comemorative plates of the terrorist attack that happened there last year.

Barcelona: The City 2: La Plaza Catalunya

The centre of Barcelona is the Plaza Catalunya. Lined on one side by the traditional Corte Inglés shopping centre and start of the Rambla, the main boulevard, there’s a snowball’s chance in hell you’ll miss it. Most tourist buses start and stop there (our shuttle bus from the camp site dropped us off there and picked us up, and so did most others), the hop on- hop off buses stop there, the metro lines do, the regional train station is under it.

Above it are the pigeons.

Water fountain by night, brightly lit.

The fountain by night.
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Water fountain in daylight.

The fountain by day.
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Pigeon bathing in a water fountain.

Did I say fountain? What I meant was “pigeon bath”.
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Pigeons in a tree.

How many pigeons can you count?
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