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Whisky for breakfast — the Yoichi Distillery

whisky for breakfast

I mentioned in my last post that I’ve taken up drinking as a new hobby. Let me explain.

The best of the whiskies I tried while in Hokkaido. I also loved their peat version, which was nothing like it's Irish cousins.

The best of the whiskies I tried while in Hokkaido. I also loved their peat version, which was nothing like it’s Irish cousins.

For Christmas a friend sent me the book The 12 Bottle Bar. Christmas puts me in a shopping mood and I was looking for something new in 2015, so I got it into my head that I need those 12 bottles.

Mission complete, I mixed a few drinks a night, tasting things along the way. One of the first surprises was Vermouth. I’ve been using it in my cooking since I was in high school, but I’ve never drunk it. I encourage you to taste the vermouth from a FRESHLY opened bottle. The flavors are herbal and somewhat floral. I was stunned. Vermouth isn’t the kind of thing I’m going to have a glass of, but alcohol has it’s own palate of flavors I’d never taken the time to pay attention to.

So drinking is a meditative practice. ;)

My drawing of the Nikka distillery entrance in Yoichi

My drawing of the Nikka distillery entrance in Yoichi

 

When I was looking for rye whisky (to complete my bar) I came across a bottle of Coffey Whisky which I misread as Coffee Whisky. “What’s this?”, I thought and pulled up an online review on my iPad. What I read convinced me I needed to try this with soda and, OMG, it was better than a glass of wine.

Not really a bar, but one of the two tasting stations. This one you pay for but can chose from a long list of whiskies from all over the world. It was a great opportunity to try one ounce shots of very expensive whiskies.

Not really a bar, but one of the two tasting stations. This one you pay for but can chose from a long list of whiskies from all over the world. It was a great opportunity to try one ounce shots of very expensive whiskies.

I read on that Japanese whiskeys are made to be diluted as Nikka’s Coffey Whisky most certainly is. Neat, it doesn’t deliver it’s flavor profile but thinning it out with water brought forth fruits and woods while subduing all the harshness in a hard liquor. An online review equated it with the complexity of wine and I have to agree.

When I like something I read up on it. Liking this whisky I read up on Nikka and found out that their distillery was in Hokkaido, not far from where I’d be for the Snow Festival, so I decided to pay a visit — and I’m so very glad I did.

A detail of one of the ovens in the museum.

A detail of one of the ovens in the museum.

I left by bus from Sapporo to Yoichi, a 2-hour trip, with my morning Starbucks in hand. I arrived without having eaten breakfast and by eleven I was in their very busy bar sampling a variety of whiskies  produced by Nikka for what you might call a very Irish breakfast.

Before December 2014, if I drank six pack of beer within a year, that was heavy consumption. For breakfast I had five glasses of whisky and an apple brandy. It was a very good morning. Very good. :)

Young people playing in the snow at their school.

Young people playing in the snow at their school.

Theres’s more to this story I want to share with you soon. Something I didn’t expect to find. I’ll try to write about it soon.

One of the store rooms where they keep the casks. Very low lighting.

One of the store rooms where they keep the casks. Very low lighting.

Hokaido Snow Festival

Everyone loved this. I thought I'd show you another taken during the day.

I really did and do intend to blog — really, really, really I do — but I get distracted easily.

(Squirrel!)

I’ve been studying Photoshop through Lynda.com tutorials and when I found out about the Pen Tool, well, lets just say it opened up new possibilities. I can draw in Photoshop now and with my nifty new stylus and pressure pad I’m teaching myself how to paint. Consequently, I’ve been in the kitchen once since the new year to cook. It’s been all tofu, all the time in my kitchen. (Wanna a quick recipe? Take cotton style tofu [momen], wrap it in a towel and put a weight on in to press out the water. and fry it with some veggies, marinade it in some kind of flavorful liquid, or add a drizzle of soy sauce and a sprinkle of chopped green onion and some grated ginger. Voila!)

The Snow Festival is features very large sculptures created by the Japanese military. Because Star Wars Episode 7 will be released this year, they created this beautifully detailed version I took at sunset.

The Snow Festival is features very large sculptures created by the Japanese military. Because Star Wars Episode 7 will be released this year, they created this beautifully detailed version I took at sunset.

From February 3rd I went to Hokkaido for ten days to see the Sapporo Snow Festival; my new hobby is drinking (long story for another post) and so I also went to the Nikka Distillery; and if you’re in Hokkaido you have to ski and go to onsen — pics of all of that in time. I wanted to touch base before getting absorbed back into Lynda.com, so even though I want to keep a cooking blog you’re going to have to settle for pics for now. ;)

This is hand drawn and painted. It's my interpretation of the skyline from Sapporo Tower.

This is hand drawn and painted, not a photo. It’s my interpretation of the skyline from Sapporo merged with a non existent sea — I love technology.

The Snow Festival contains smaller ice sculptures paid for by sponsors, in the is case the forth coming Hokkaido Shinkansen (aka bullet train).

The Snow Festival contains smaller ice sculptures paid for by sponsors, in the is case the forth coming Hokkaido Shinkansen (aka bullet train).

Individual groups or clubs can also contribute snow or ice sculptures. This is a bust of a Korean pop star.

Individual groups or clubs can also contribute snow or ice sculptures. This is a bust of a Korean pop star.

And there are several entertainments, one of which is this snowboard and ski slop on which professionals show off their tricks all day long.

And there are several entertainments, one of which is this snowboard and ski slop on which professionals show off their tricks all day long.

They also feature reliefs at the snow festival. In this case one paid for by the local horse racing association.

They also feature reliefs at the snow festival. In this case one paid for by the local horse racing association.

You may not smoke in Sapporo's city streets, and especially in the parks housing the sculptures. To accommodate everyone they set up closed smoking rooms behind ice walls like this one.

You may not smoke in Sapporo’s city streets, and especially in the parks housing the sculptures. To accommodate everyone they set up closed smoking rooms behind ice walls like this one.

Many of the larger statues have a stage on which performers sing and dance. After hours a laser and/or light show projects onto the sculptures. My pictures of this after hours don't do it justice, but know it comes alive with the right lighting image projections.

Many of the larger statues have a stage on which performers sing and dance. After the sun sets a laser and/or light show projects onto the sculptures. My pictures of these after hours shows don’t do it justice, but know these all come alive at night with lighting and image projections.

Everyone loved this. I thought I'd show you another taken during the day.

Everyone loved this. I thought I’d show you another taken during the day.

Happy New Year — I’ve missed you all!

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Fist off, I started this blog a year ago today — time flies.

I need to apologize for the unintended absence. For my birthday (on October 6th) ANA sent me a special promotion which I used to take an unscheduled, unplanned, always needed two-week vacation. When I came back I had essays up the kazoo to grade and, by chance, there was opening for a promotion.

I wanted the promotion.

I needed to prepare for the test (the first step in the application process), then for three successive interviews. I made it to the third and final group interview, but I didn’t get the job. That was at the end of November.

I sulked through most of December before getting in holiday mode — cooking, shopping, planning, and getting all my work done as our third year students graduate.

Excuses aside, I’m back. I didn’t mean to take a long holiday. Life happens — and I don’t get paid for this, so priorities. ;)

 

Osetchi, tier one (Japanese foods)

Osetchi, tier one (Japanese foods)



I did have time to consider what my blog means to me in the time I was away. I did start this as a means to reach out and connect with other people who share my passion for cooking and food — all things connected to food and eating. My blog then turned into a photography blog. I tried different ways to separate the two but photography was more fun to post about, however it’s not my real goal. I want to focus on my cooking and so I’m going to keep my photography in Flicker with a few here and there to liven up a given post.

I do love photography, perhaps even more than food. To take pictures and edit them require lots of time. To balance blogging and photography I’m setting a goal to post here once a week. I might post more, but I’d rather post a quality food post that’s informative than several small ones. We’ll see how it works out.

For this first week of the new year I thought I’d post about our New Year’s Osetchi.

Osetchi, tier two (French foods)

Osetchi, tier two (French foods)

Every year I’ve been in Japan for the New Year’s holiday I’ve spent the week it takes to make all the best dishes I can eek out of my kitchen — and it’s expensive. Two years ago I spent the equivalent of 700USD for Osetchi and it’s accompaniments (crab, sashimi, wine, etc). This year I purchased one of the many pre-made osetchi boxes available through department stores. They range in price from 2000USD to a modest 100USD. The food should be enough that it lasts for three days. I went with the Dean & Deluca osetchi box and it was one of the best decisions I’ve made.

Osetchi, tier three (French/Japanese fusion foods)

Osetchi, tier three (French/Japanese fusion foods)

I enjoy Japanese traditional foods (tray one); however, the other two trays of western delicacies blew them away. The duck confit, the home made sausages, the sea urchin mouse and on and on and on were some of the best things I’ve eaten in ages. The beef! I’ve never had beef so tender that it literally begins to melt while chewing.

Ostchi served with sashimi on the first day with soup with oven roasted motchi.

Ostchi served with sashimi on the first day with soup with oven roasted motchi.

So enjoy these photos of my first feast of the New Year and let me know in the comments how you’ve all been doing.

 

The new year in Japan.

On January 2nd the Imperial Family opens the East wing of their palace to the public. While we may not enter their residence we are allowed into the mail courtyard. The family makes an appearance at the window, the Emperor makes a short speech, and they all wave. It’s my first time attending — I’ve never been to a more crowded place in all my life (I’m tall enough to see just how crowded it was). These are a few photos I took at the event.

The Imperial family and their well wishers.

The Imperial family and their well wishers.

The second bridge across the moat leading into the palace, visible only twice a year.

The second bridge across the moat leading into the palace, visible only twice a year.

Photo of a photo of the people in the Imperial courtyard.

When one becomes a multitude.

New Year is one of the few times in the year when the Japanese flag is displayed nationally.

New Year is one of the few times in the year when the Japanese flag is displayed nationally.

During the first three days of the new year it is auspicious to visit a shrine or a temple. While there one purchases symbols for luck.

During the first three days of the new year it is auspicious to visit a shrine or a temple. While there one purchases symbols for luck.

...or hires the temple priests to say prayers over you. (The entry to that part of the shrine is off limits to all but family. This is the entry).

…or hires the temple priests to say prayers over you. (The entry to that part of the shrine is off limits to all but family. This is the entry).

Of course the shrines and temples are never more crowded than during the new year season.

Of course the shrines and temples are never more crowded than during the new year season.

Two Views

One of two castles in Nagasaki. Points if you know which one.

One of two castles in Nagasaki. Points if you know which one.

Two views from up top and one from down below.
One gives you something to aspire to,
The others show your reach.

The northern view of the sea. My hotel is down there.

The northern view of the sea. My hotel is down there.

The southern view from the top of the castle. It's pouring rain.

The southern view from the top of the castle. It’s pouring rain. (of course).

Come say Happy Birthday!

I was tall for my age.  And since both my parents were around five foot, my dad demanded a paternity test early on. ;)

As a teen I was swarthy and already six-foot by junior high school. I easily got into R-rated movies and, even though underage, in high school I could buy beer, something which greatly expanded my social circles.

Then sometime in my early twenties looking older was no longer a boon. I wanted to look young and with the magic words, “I am” I could be five to ten years older or younger without a second glance. The trick works even better the other way. I simply ask, with a slightly incredulous tone, “well, how old do you think I am?”. The answer can shave 10 – 15 years off without any cosmetic expense.

birthday cake

For decades I’ve made a game out of hiding my age, so much so that no one believes me when I tell them the truth. So how old am I? Well, I just celebrated my 152nd birthday.

The game started when I turned 26. I had the baker write Happy Anniversary instead of Happy Birthday, put a large candle in the shape of the numerals ’25’ and celebrated the anniversary of my 25th birthday. That party started a tradition of celebrating the anniversary of whatever year I wanted to celebrate — until this year.

I’m quite serious when I tell people I’m going to live well into my 100’s. My mom had me at 40; my dad was 52. My aunts and uncles on both sides died well into their 70’s, some lingering on into their 90’s even though they all ate horrifically rich foods, drank heavily, smoked, and were stressed into heart disease and ulcers. I’ve had none of that. I’ve always eaten healthily, almost never drink, can’t even handle the smell of tobacco and have zero stress in my life. If I can avoid accents I’ve got the nature and nurture to live to be at least 150 — and, with medical science progressing as it has, I truly believe that I will.

So from this year I decided to celebrate my future birthdays, perhaps those I might not have and so I had the baker put this on my cake and had a couple of fantastic birthday parties this year. (Why limit yourself to one?)

So here is to me this year and for many, many, many, many years after.

I walked into the classroom to find this "portrait" of me on the white board.Not bad for. . .

, I walked into the classroom to find this “portrait” of me on the white board.Not bad for. . . Wait. How old am I really?

Self-Possession in a Garden of Delight

From the orchards in Dejima, Nagasaki.
persimmon tree, black and white adjustment.

persimmon tree, black and white adjustment.

Early this year I walked into my bedroom showered, tired, and ready for bed. Flipped the light. Baby spider was on my pillow. We both looked at each other for a beat. I charged, it JUMPED behind the bed, and I slept in the other room. I am not an arachnophob. Not really. Unnerved. Unsettled. Proof that they live amongst us both fascinates me and puts me on edge and, yes, terrifies me.

Persimmons in the rain

Persimmons in the rain

Walking through Dejima’s orchards and gardens in the rain — umbrella in one hand, camera in the other — I dodged a few spiders perched eye level to me (because no one else walking though is 192cm/6’4″ they can spin their webs lower than I’d like) until I walked face first into one.

Instinct and expectations collided — I am a man, I can not scream!

Grapes with sunbeam.

Grapes with sunbeam.

I shuddered deeply from within, shook my head violently from side to side, managed to drop my shoulder bag on the wet ground and land my camera on top. With one self possessed step forward I practically undulated with complete and total revulsion and fear. I don’t know how I didn’t scream or completely freak out in a dance.

Tomatoes in the garden.

Tomatoes in the garden.

I couldn’t bring myself to pat myself down for a spider check so dropped my umbrella over my camera and calmly walked over to a near by gardner and told what happened. I asked if he wouldn’t mind checking if I missed any “web” on my person.

I was spider free.

persimon tree color version.

persimon tree color version.

I am in awe of what social expectations and a ridged idea of how one thinks they should behave can, thankfully, reign in even the primeval emotions hidden deep, deep within. Remember that the next time you get pissed at someone. ;)

And ladies and gentlemen, that is how I’ve come to post this set of pics from Nagasaki.

Black and white grapes.

From the orchards in Dejima, Nagasaki.

The samurai and the merchant

made with nik filters summer vacation 2014

made with nik filters summer vacation 2014

The day I arrived in Nagasaki the sky was overcast and it rained intermittently throughout the day. My first stop was the temple Sofukuji, then off to Glover House, nearby Chinatown, and finally Dejima, the remains of the only trading port open to Western people during the Edo Era.

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Today, Dejima is kind of like an ongoing Renaissance faire, only with samurai and merchants trying to keep character despite obligatory photos with iTech and digital cameras. The city of Nagasaki has unearthed, restored or rebuilt the original structures (excavation work is ongoing). Inside these buildings are exhibits explaining how trade enriched — or changed — the people and living standards, along with personal anecdotes from texts written during the era. The whole is really entertaining.

inori, used for brewing tea and cooking

Inori, used for brewing tea and cooking.

water and ladle drawn from a local well

cistern and ladle with water drawn from a local well

Largely vegetarian, Edo era Japanese needed to make concessions for their foreign guests

Largely vegetarian, Edo era Japanese needed to make concessions for their foreign guests

Business was carried out with an abacus and green tea

Business was carried out with an abacus and green tea

Bonsai

Bonsai: The power and potential of a great pine contained.

It's hard to wield a sword when you're smiling

It’s hard to wield a sword when you’re smiling

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Kitchen details in a port town during the Edo Era.

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The merchant would sit behind his abacus and ink and discuss the terms of trade with the captains from ships who were allowed into Japan at the time.

Nagasaki and my first Photoshop

The guardians of the temple: Teachers.
My first Photoshopped photo. They say you'll always remember your first time.

My first Photoshopped photo. They say you’ll always remember your first time.

Nagasaki is is one of the two southernmost places in the four islands which make up Japan. It’s blisteringly hot in the summer with unrelenting humidity, unless you went last month. Some of the perks to traveling in the rain are the mild temperature, no sunburn, and perspiration-free. I’ve been to Nagasaki in the summer and I was grateful for the overcast.

Nagasaki was rebut after the war. The city is a mix of the remainders of the rushed post-war architecture, historical buildings which survived the bomb, and The New, all laid out along steep slopes and waterways. There is still a sizable Chinese community there. Along with a grand Chinatown there is the Sofukuji Temple built upon foundations which survived the bombing in 1945. I arrived there just after it opened. Shortly after one of the monks, a young man who was brought over from a rural provence in China, came in to do his morning libations while I was setting up my tripod. We hit it off immediately. He explained everything to do with the temple, told me about his life, and asked that I take his picture — a lot of pictures.

He’s about 155cm and solid muscle. He, along with other monks in China, practice martial arts as part of their training. We played around with my camera for a couple of hours, became Facebook friends, and I was on my way.

I only edited the above pic of him in Photoshop to smooth out his skin. Most everything I could do in Lightroom, including fix some overblown pics from my iPhone.

The main deity within Sofukuji temple, Nagasaki, an ancient king.

I could not decide which I liked better. The main deity within Sofukuji temple, Nagasaki, an ancient king.

nagasaki sofukuji interior

Without increased exposure. The main deity within Sofukuji temple, Nagasaki, an ancient king.

 

temple detail, story engraved into a chest with weapons in the foreground

temple detail, story engraved into a chest with weapons in the foreground

 

A monk in the main temple

A monk in the main temple

 

temple detail, outside

temple detail, outside

 

temple detail, outside

temple detail, outside

 

My friend showing why you need to take a monk seriously.

My friend showing why you need to take a monk seriously.

 

Detail inside the temple

Detail inside the temple

 

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I need an intervention! Nagasaki and Photoshop

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boy in heart shaped glasses I bought instant coffee.

I remember that first hit off my Nikon bong. I thought I could handle it — I really did, but before long I was in for a major headtrip in Lightroom. Before these addictions started eating away my life I was just a normal man engaged in average things: Molecular gastronomy, Marvel Comics and the New 52, Japanese pop music, yoga and free weights. And dinner parties. I loved throwing weekend dinner parties.

This year I got into blogging and got into the routine each morning of making a pot of espresso, opening up WordPress, and engaging with people until the caffeine kicked in. But two days ago I opened Photoshop. Have you ever opened Photoshop?

Detail from a larger work at the Yokohama Triennial .

Detail from a larger work at the Yokohama Triennial .

It’s h a r  d.

Nothing is intuitive.

I got the Fundamentals series from Lynda.com and that was it. Lost time. I was late for work — did not hear the phone ring when they called; I forgot to eat; and I ended up buying instant coffee because I couldn’t tear myself away from my iMac to look for my Starbuck’s Bean’s Card — It is impossible to do M.R. in the morning with instant coffee!

SShogi in Nagasaki Chinatown

Shogi in Nagasaki Chinatown

So here I sit, sifting through copies of copies of copies of re-edited photos of the next stop on my photo journey, Nagasaki. The rains were building in intensity, the anniversary of the nuclear bomb was approaching, and people all over Japan were beginning their summer Obon Holiday, so despite the weather everyplace was packed. I had a great time. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow if I can get a handle on these Adobe cravings.

Detail from the Chinese temple Kofukuji in Nagasaki

Detail from the Chinese temple Kofukuji in Nagasaki

An American festival in Tokyo

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Odaiba, which I’ve posted on before, held an “American Festival”. I needed to know. If Japan is sushi, samurai, manga in the US, what is America in Japan? Oh, you don’t want to know.

I was going to take photos but I knew I’d be taking them to jab and jeer.

I will briefly outline the people and venue: Every worker was dressed in denim shirts AND jeans with HUGE cowboy hats. Over that women wore white homestead aprons and/or Aunt Jemima-esq headscarves. The shops were cooking up huge steaks on BBQ’s and the Budweiser was everywhere. On either side of the audience/tables were food stalls with steaks, the Japanese interpretation of pulled pork (if you think you’ve been eating Teriyaki chicken and sushi where you are, I’ve got a surprise for you), and SPAM. Oh, and used clothing bins, boxed cake mixes, and toy guns because that’s America folks, used clothes and guns. Yes, sir.

Picture it: The average Japanese person is about 170 – 175 cm and narrow waisted. Their Texas belt buckles were like shields and their poor little heads peaking out from those hats — oh, lord. No. No photographs — for their sake — save the stage, which was playing an unusual bossa nova/jazz with Japanese lyrics because that’s how we roll in the states.

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Odaiba is popular and crowded all the time. The rest of Odaiba was packed with people; however . . . .

odaiba american festival japan

I felt so bad them. The people in the shops were doing the best to bring in customers but….  I, too, abandoned them and took a walk around some of my favorite places. I came back a few times but I never saw it any more crowded twenty people in that HUGE venue.

odaiba american festival japanYup. There’s one here, too. Lady Liberty’s sister. I suspect that’s why they chose Odaiba for the American Festival.

fuji tv building odaiba

I love this building. It’s the Fuji TV building. With a little tilt shift I can do this now.

fuji tv building odaiba

And a day in Odaiba without a sculpture of a bird flying overhead and a beautiful sunset is incomplete.

fuji tv building odaiba sculpture

fuji tv building odaiba sculpture sunset

How to make a rainy day okay

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I didn’t want it to rain during my vacation. I didn’t plan for it. I didn’t expect it, but it rained every single day. That first day, in my white linen shorts and black underpants (never again), I knew whether I enjoyed myself was entirely up to me.

So when things don’t go the way you plan, the sky seems — or is — gray, do as I did with this series of photos: Lighten the mood; find the beauty; be grateful for what is, not unhappy about what isn’t.

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There’s nothing inherently wrong with a rainy day — or a gray mood, but you do have the power to lighten either one.

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Naoshima, light on a rainy day

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How to talk about something which is an individual impression and which is forbidden to photograph or draw? Naoshima Chichibu Art Museum.

The rains were heaviest when I arrived on the island peaking with several squalls sending rain down the long winding roads as a rivers into the sea. No traffic moved until the intensity lessened to a hard rain. With a dozen others, I waited in the ferry terminal (link to pictures) till about ten a.m. after which we piled into a tiny shuttle bus and were motored twenty minutes up and through the hilly terrain to the Chichibu Art Museum where we purchased our tickets and walked the prerequisite half kilometer up the slope to the actual art galleries, designed by Tadao Ando.

The three galleries are built into the hill to preserve the landscape. I invite you to read about the three artists and their projects. James Turrell, Walter De Maria, and Claude Monet. You can not photographic what is inside (you must check in your bags and the gallery staff are watching for cell phones). All works have to do with light. No image can truly capture what is there. The number of people who can enter a gallery is limited, maximum eight, leading to a build of anticipation before you enter each work with time for your eyes to adjust to the specific lighting in each area.

One of three works by James Turrell is a room with eight marble steps leading up to a neon blue painting which, we discover upon ascending, is actually a room filled with blue light. We are invited to enter into the room, which by optical illusion, becomes a wide white void once you’re inside. The people in my group were using words like “floating”, “boundless”, ” limitless”. The effect is tranquil and recalled, for me, the idea that when we die we enter into a white light of love and warmth — you lose your orientation inside. Turn around and you’ll see a beautiful orange light painting, which is the room you were is just in, floating within the void — another optical illusion impossible to truly photograph.  (The image below is from Getty Images and is of a different James Turrell work to give you an idea of what I’m writing about. Clicking the image will take you to more of his work.)

Monet’s Water Lilies are in another gallery of smooth white light, a floor in white marble mosaic, and walls smoothed of all angles. Click this link for a 360 degree tour of the room. 

My favorite room was Walter De Maria’s. I managed to sneak two cell phone photos before I was caught — and curtly reprimanded. The room is illuminated by a rectangular hollow in the ceiling letting in natural light allowing the room to change minute by minute –there is no artificial light in the picture below. In the center of two ascending flights of stairs is a large round marble sculpture polished so finely that it mirrors all the light in the room like a fisheye photograph might. The effect is mesmerizing. I stood back from all angles within the space and observed: Every one was equally facinated by the effect. (The photo below is also from Getty Images. Click the photo for more work by the artist.)

By the end of my stay there I felt as though I’d meditated all day. I listened to other people echo this feeling. Even with the pouring rain and all the discomforts in getting there everyone found their own zen by the end. Below are the two images I was able to capture. Because the room is partly about the play of light I used this as an opportunity to see how light affects the great sphere (through Lightroom). That tiny spec in the center is me. I think of these as a composite self portrait. :)

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