Beautiful photography by Jonathan Levitt.
The legendary alpinist passed away yesterday at the age of 81. Imagine, the North Face of the Matterhorn. In winter. Alone. Think of that the next time you have a hill to climb.
Whole Larder Love is a wonderful blog by Aussie photographer Rohan Anderson. It’s an outlet for him to share his passion for producing, harvesting and making rustic food. It’s wonderful, and the photography will make you daydream. At the moment, he’s preparing for summer and working on a book for a Brooklyn-based publisher. If I could pre-order it now, I would.
With all the exposure that has been coming his way, it was only a matter of time before ABC (Australia’s version of the CBC) paid him a visit and shot some video. In the interview, he talks about exploring and understanding the food we eat — consider the seasons, eat what’s seasonally appropriate, take control of where your food comes from… These aren’t new ideas, but they are practiced by few and fewer still do it as beautifully as Rohan manages.
This past weekend was a long weekend here in Canada and the weather forecast was probably the best it’s been all summer, so we packed the gear and headed to our plot on Gambier Island. Our like-minded neighbours joined us for the first evening and we stayed up late cooking yakitori, onigiri, steak and corn over the campfire. It was the longest, most enjoyable meal we’ve had on the island.
We spent the following day down at the beach playing in the water and doing a little fishing. We came up empty-handed, but we weren’t really expecting anything; the salmon have already begun their journey up the rivers so there is no reason to expect them on a riverless shoreline. So, no fish, but my wife did spot some salal berries, so we picked a few for our breakfast the next day.
The climax of our trip came that night while we were fast asleep and scared the hell out of my wife and I. It started with a loud crackling — like fireworks that are just getting started — followed by a very large thud and the settling of rocks. A tree had fallen in the middle of the perfectly still night, and judging by the sound, it wasn’t very far away. We both had a fitfull sleep that night, but we woke up to another beautiful day and the sad realization that we had to return to the city. Hopefully we’ll get back before winter arrives and begins dumping the Pacific.