Hello mi amigos! I’m settling into my new apartment nicely. It’s a dream, really. Floor to ceiling windows all over, a kitchen to make any cook smile and a window right at the end! What more could a person want?
Maybe a better understanding of lighting and photography. Perhaps a little less curiosity. And finally, a bit more self-confidence. I’ll explain …
This apartment is incredible. It is really something I could only have dreamed of. I love my place in Virginia — I do. It’s the first place I’ve purchased on my own. It’s in a perfect location looking out toward the Shenandoah Mountains. It’s going to be just a block or two from the new Silver Line on the Metro into DC and out to the airport and I have great friends there, but this place is something out of a movie.
When I finally had the opportunity to go inside the complex and see an apartment, the windows all around were the draw, but when I walked into the kitchen I was sold. I don’t know if it was the state of the art appliances, the sink that can fit three 12-quart stock pots side-by-side, the large walk-in pantry or the gigantic fridge. Or if the narrow window at the end of the room with views of the mountains where what captured my attention. I have spent the last 5 years running from kitchen to living room to get to where the light is in my home in the States and now I’d have a window right there in the kitchen.
So, let’s look at some of my first photos and see what’s going on, OK?
Yikes! Look at those shadows and the light reflecting off the stark white plate. Eek!
This window has a beautiful, verdant backdrop, but the morning light … not so complimentary, is it?
I’m going to need to do some experimenting to get it right, but I’m just happy it exists. And those bananas up there? I know what you’re thinking, but I’m going to recreate the incredible Banana Cake that stole my heart at Monsoon East in Seattle last week. So don’t panic, the chef suggests very overripe bananas are what takes the texture over the top.
A lot of light and windows has always been my thing. It’s what sold me on my place in Virginia and there is absolutely no lack of windows here. As a matter of fact, it’s important to be careful walking around because I’m not the only one with a lot of windows. The entire building is one big window and that means we can all see each other and sometimes it’s just better if people don’t have to see me first thing in the morning toddling around in my jammies.
For me, it’s great and problematic all at the same time. I’ll tell you why …
Last night I was sitting around minding my own business playing Draw Something when I noticed a chef in his Chef’s Whites and a tall, white toque, tooling around in my new neighbor’s kitchen. Then I saw wait staff. Ohhhh! My curiosity was piqued!
And with that, my evening became a little “Rear Window” — sans wheelchair, binoculars or murder (I think/hope!). And no, James Stewart did not come back from the dead and I’m no Grace Kelly. I was an accidental voyeur! I could not get away from it unless I left the living room. I was curious about the menu, but thankfully, could not really make out any details — well, except that they had an appetizer, a salad course, an entrée, a palate cleanser and something that looked like a white Bombe with a green adornment coming out of the top to go along with cocktails. Yep, I was able to see it all while taking my turns attempting to be something of a Picasso with stick figures.
Now, all this is to say that I am going to have to start keeping the shades drawn. Not so much because I don’t want them to see me, which I don’t, but because I don’t want to let my curiosity get the best of me and watch them. Yep, I’ve got guilt issues now.