Scrapcycling




This is first time I've heard of it or seen it. Have you in your neighborhood? 

From the NYC.gov website:
"In the fall of 2012, the Department of Sanitation (DSNY) began offering curbside collection of organic waste – including food scraps, food-soiled paper, and yard waste – to select NYC schools, residences, and institutions. This service, called for in Local Law 77 of 2013 is a pilot program to divert organic material from disposal for beneficial use.

In 2013, DSNY began collecting organics from single family homes and small residential buildings, reaching over 30,000 households in the Bronx, Brooklyn, and Staten Island. In 2014, DSNY will expand the program to reach 100,000 households. See pilot area maps for neighborhoods currently receiving organics collection service."

Well what'd ya know. Now can they tell me how to keep the fruit flies down to a bare minimum? 





Garden Stylist Wanted


Err, needed. Check out these pictures of an M train subway ad I found myself looking at this morning. Seriously, I know it's only Astoria, and the starting studio rent is so low at $1800 (cringing), but maybe, just maybe the plants need to look a little more alive for this terrace to feel sexy. Or did you figure, it's only Astoria, so we don't need to try that hard? And while I'm criticizing, next time try a tripod and some ambient lighting.












Everything Thereafter



If you've ever wondered what it is I am painting about in the park, give this a read. Do you paint? Or are you in college looking for a beautiful way to earn summer credits? My one week intensive painting studio course  'Landscape and Meaning' is this summer in Bennington, VT at Art New England -registration is now live.  Your perspective is guaranteed to change. Also, if you haven't checked out the Museum of the City of New York's exhibit Rising Waters, I've got a shot in there, in the 2.0 section. The exhibit, at 103rd and 5th Ave, is up until March 31.

I'm also starting a new page, linked on the top bar that will consolidate my writing on art and issues relevant to art. This will be entirely its own site, all I have to do is come up with a name that is available and just as catchy as NYCGARDEN (wink). School starts today (thank you snow storm) instead of yesterday, a new class to put together, applications to things, craziness in our lab, and a new studio that is still insanely disorganized thanks to our record time in Minnesota. And the apartment is colder than it is outside.

So I like to look at this:





Out Of The Woods


After a nearly four week visit to Minnesota, we've finally made it back to Brooklyn, leaving my father-in-law behind, in his house in the woods. It gets harder every time, for him and for us, to stay and to go. Winter is a hardship, yet it also puts a hold on nature's aggressive reclamation of his works, and its own. The apparent stasis, only more white or less, is an assurance against his decline, putting mortality on the table just long enough to consider your own strategy for facing it.
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I've made a few resolutions, not the New Year's type, but a generally longer lasting set of conditions upon which I live. It's a small list, targeted and specific.
  • Grow and eat my own vegetables whenever possible.
  • Buy vegetables at farmers' markets and our local co-op only.
  • Buy only meat that I can be reasonably assured has been humanely raised and slaughtered.
  • I will not drink any more soda, except the soda in my occasional gin and tonic.
  • Only buy organic potatoes
  • No more canned tomatoes

The first one is obvious, what more can be said. I think everyone who can, ought to. I also want to support our local farmers. As I made my rounds at the Grand Army Plaza market today I found too little produce available, especially organic. We've become so accustomed to all vegetables all the time, and I'm okay with that. So I think that we, including our government, need to encourage local farmers to make whatever investments necessary to get more local produce during the winter. Consider the California drought that has the potential to disrupt our food supply, particularly our winter greens. More investment in hoop houses and storage facilities would go a long way to increasing produce availability, particularly on those farms in the southern area of the local radius.

Meat. This has been on my plate a long time, but I cannot look at another image or read another story of disgusting, inhumane slaughter practices. If you haven't seen Food Inc., find it on Netflix streaming. I love pork, but I can't buy chops from pigs slaughtered by crushing them to death a hundred at a time. The label 'organic' is reasonably well understood in terms of feeding and health, but USDA Organic label says nothing of the way the animal has been slaughtered. Since corporations know how valuable the organic label is to the buyer, they have been working to drive the prices down and they do this by applying practices from non-organic production. My point is that USDA Organic isn't enough, but it's a sign post that can lead you in the right direction at the grocery. When possible I would rather buy meat raised locally, even if not strictly organic, as long as I can be reasonably assured that the animal was treated well in life and in death.  Buying the whole animal is the best way to keep the prices down and nobody I know can store the whole animal so that splitting among 4-6 couples seems to be the best practice. If anyone wants to go in on a whole pig with us, send me an email. 

Soda? Sure -I drink it. We were raised on this stuff. I should be 600 pounds. But I am not, and I want to keep it that way. Bloomberg and I can agree on this: we can cut out soda. 

Organic potatoes? I like to eat these whole, and when I do, they are a nearly perfect food. I grew some potatoes this past year on the farm and learned a good amount of what it takes to produce them. If you buy good quality seed potatoes, your biggest problem is going to be Colorado potato beetles. What do they do? They eat all the leaves, removing the capacity for the plant to grab the sun and turn it into tuber. The number one problem of organically grown potatoes is diminished yield due to these pests. Diminished yield drives up the cost to the buyer. Stores don't like high-priced potatoes, especially conventionally grown, so to keep yield up potato growers use lots and lots of chemicals, some systemic (meaning that the whole plant contains the toxins). Yield drives the cost difference between organic and conventional potatoes. Organic growers have little in their arsenal to fight the tenacious potato beetle, so we accept lower yields and higher prices. I refuse to eat systemically treated potatoes any longer and will buy only organic. This was really hard to accept today at the farmers' market because I also love to buy the different varieties that have become staples at the market, yet only the conventional growers had great variety. I didn't buy there, but found organic Yukon Gold at the co-op and organic purple sweet potatoes for $1.99 per pound. If you haven't had these smaller, sweet, intensely colored, eat the whole thing, sweet potatoes, you're missing out.

I've just used my last can of tomatoes. Canned tomatoes? Yes, now I will only purchase glass or BPA-free aseptic packaging (i.e. Pomi) although I'm sure I'll read something negative about the latter type someday soon. Since I've always been disturbed by the hidden chemistry of packaging and products, glass wins. I'll try not to break any.


Despite my new conditions, I lack an unreasonable rigidity. Notice that I am only talking about buying, not eating. When I am at a friend's house, I will not scour his pantry to ensure I am eating organic potatoes. When I am out at a restaurant I will not require inspection of their meats. These things are what I plan to do at home. While the list is small I feel that if I ensure that these conditions are met, the attitude will spread on to other things, organically.



Big Brother


iPhone, meet your new big brother. I have been looking at cameras ever since my old Canon point and shoot croaked. I still have not been able to purchase one for myself, but I picked up the Canon G1X for Betsy. I noticed she was bringing home DSLRs from school for shooting artwork. iPhones work, but they really are poor for documenting something as important as your artwork. The G1X is Canon's foray into small form (not so small), large sensor cameras with fixed lenses. It has a large swivel screen, way bigger than that on her now defunct Canon G2. It has excellent image quality for a fixed zoom lens camera thanks to the large, slightly clipped APS-C sensor. It has all the manual and automatic bells and whistles of a Canon Rebel T4i without the bulk and carry bag of lenses. It's only weakness lay in my camp -no macro to speak of. Thanks to that, poor burst shooting, and lackluster focusing speed, sales have been poor. So much so that Canon dropped the prices nearly $300 from its initial offering a year or so ago. It would be a stellar bargain at $450,  although I found it still a value at the price I paid for it. For those in the small Canon market, the EOS M is also at a remarkably low price point right now and is a stellar bargain. 


New camera models are about to be rolled out and I just may purchase a camera of my own, one that can do macro, and I am leaning toward the biggest, tiny sensor size (1/1.7) with good glass for garden shots. The Canon G1X will serve well for studio shots of new work and Betsy promises that I can borrow it whenever I want. There are many excellent cameras out there right now and with new cameras rolling out there will be a good window of opportunity to pick up the previous model for an exceptional price. 

New Low


There was a record low of 4° F early this morning in Central Park, NYC. That is cold and I am happy to be in Florida's warmer temperature of 41° today. I'm even happier to not be in our usually rather frigid apartment. 

Despite the record low for the day, this isn't a record low in general. Central Park saw its coldest temperature, an extreme temperature for our zone, on February 9, 1934. That low bottomed out at -15° F.  In fact, cold as it is, today's temperature is perfectly within out winter norms. 


What is unusual are the high amplitude weather shifts (eg. 55° yesterday, 5° today). Studies have shown that extreme weather changes may very well result from global climate warming. Few want to hear about "warming" causing cold days and nights, but one day may we all understand the difference between weather-influencing, climate dynamics and the daily weather. 

Tomorrow we return to Minnesota where the temperatures have been below zero for weeks. None of these temperatures are a big deal for the comfortably heated, and I can attest from experience that -15° will hurt your exposed fingers in less than 5 minutes. There are a lot of suffering people in all the northern tier, people without access to heat, and those on the street who may not know the cold is coming. It is always coldest when we're sleeping. Let's wake up. 

View Plane


People on FB liked the image below and while I am sure Blogger mobile will compress it poorly and justify left, I still want to show it. Taken somewhere over Iowa, subjected to 100% of pro clarity filter via Camera + app for iPhone.

 It is amazing what we do with our land. 


For good measure, a shot not long before landing at MCO. Orlando. 



Airport Limbo


We rose at 4 am for the 7:30 flight to Florida. Flying standby is usually a good option for us, but apparently not when a snowstorm impacts the northeast. Who knew a storm completely out of our flight path would backlog fliers? Not me, I hardly fly at all. I'd like to get out of here before Sunday, when the temperature and wind combined will bring us near -60°. (Blogger mobile? Hi. Yep, me again. What's up with the different fonts? Looks the same in the editor. You're getting weird on me, Blogger.)

Update: we made it onto a 1:06 flight out of Minneapolis, the third of the day. All thanks to the mom who didn't want to fly separated from her little children. Thanks mom!

Negative Zero


We've been locked in below zero degrees Fahrenheit for nearly two weeks. Last week we had two days above freezing (32°F). When temperatures rise fifty degrees in one day, you're outside getting things done, you're wearing a windbreaker. 

So NYC, you're getting a blizzard tomorrow night? And it's going to get quite cold on Friday? Let me reassure you. When it hits 40° F on Sunday you'll be rockin out to the percussive drip, drip, drip and wondering where the hell you put that windbreaker. 

Enjoy the snow. And for sakes people, find your gloves!

Christmas Evening


(I do not know how or why blogger mobile is changing the shadows/highlights of this photo, but I promise it looks nothing like this on my phone) (also, blogger mobile -please center portrait oriented photos. Please) 

We're surrounded by the coming snow here in Minnesota, it's awfully chilled out there too, so why not stay in to cook and decorate today. Betsy did the tree (Rex has always done it before so it was a challenge for him) and I cooked pork butt and pork skin braciola and meatballs. Inside the braciola is back fat and guanciale, parsley and garlic. It makes a richly flavored sauce. I'm looking forward to it. 

We discovered an expensive, quality butcher in Minneapolis (we searched online) called Clancey's. Manned by several guys that would be labeled hipsters if this were Brooklyn, the butcher had locally sourced meats and a nice selection of cured products (guanciale!). They had garlic going for $19.99 a pound! I bought fennel pollen pork sausages, ground pork, guanciale, pork butt (which they sliced for me), and a giant beef chuck roast for slow cooking on Christmas. 


Outside I made sure to slip on the snow covered pack ice (the arm is still sore) as we headed diagonally for a place called coffee and tea. Inside green beans  of every denomination were being roasted. 


There was one that topped $143 per pound. Looks like the foodie thing is on in Minneapolis, but the proprietor here was an elderly man, not the young entrepreneurs we expect. (Blogger mobile, why do you mysteriously change fonts when there is no way for me to change fonts in mobile?)


Merry Christmas all! 



Winter's Garden


I feel a polarity shift coming on. Is it the sun's magnetic reversal, or was it the problematic upstairs tenants who were high pitched and pleasant to me yesterday evening when we were caught in the vestibule together? The weather is cold and warm as we straddle opposing highs along an unusual wintertime funnel boundary. Whatever it is, 2014 is preparing to look quite different from 2013 and I welcome it. Caio two thousand and thirteen!

We pack the van for Minnesota today, head out by noon and shoot for western PA by evening. It appears we will have some weather to deal with (the boundary rides the lakes like us). From temperatures near 50 to those in the teens, singles, and negatives. Blankets in the van. Mobile reports are possible. 



Hundred Pines


For years we have not furnished our apartment with a tree, but I always appreciate when they come in. This year they did so on Thanksgiving morning, a semi from Canada (hell, it's not their holiday). At night, returning bleary-eyed from 9 hours with frantic students in a windowless room, I turn the corner, almost home, to inhale the scent of a hundred pines. It's very good.


The Gift



Betsy gave some garlic to a coworker and he gave us this tool in return. I love when something discarded is reborn. The old claw, somewhat deformed yet looking all the more a claw, was reattached to a hand-turned ash handle. I love people that can make things. Gorgeous tool. 



New Friends, Old Market


On Sunday I returned to the New Amsterdam Market, in part to purchase a few things I had previously bartered for at the last market. My other reason was a meeting with a young woman currently in a semester-long art program here in NYC, has a blog, and is deeply interested in food and photography. For nearly two hours we discussed options for her future and then headed over to the market.


Yishi Xie, copyright 2013
Yishi's photo of my garlic and a wild mushroom pasta dish made in her dormitory room. 

Yishi loves NYC, but is not a citizen (she's from Chengdu, China), and has to return to a rural western PA college for her final semester. She's thinking of grad school, but after our conversation I encouraged her to find a job or internship here in NYC with a food mag/website or other food business where she can put her photographic and web-design skills to work and gain a sponsor.  She is an excellent photographer, smart, poised, and funny. I wish her the best. See some of her photos and words here.


Despite a nearly cloudless sky, it began to snowflurry. You can hardly make it out, but the white specks in front of the tower is snow.


The market with Yishi was fun and her Canon 5D inspired my iphone to do better. This lady knows way more about eating than I do -her palate is a compass. It was local, hard cider day at New Amsterdam Market, and I was looking for something dry, not sweet, and thought Doc's Pear was best. Yishi aimed for sweet and she nailed it -the Black Bird Cider Works' Red Barn is excellent. We had ours with roast chicken and vegetables last night.


Each about six or seven for the 23 oz bottle. Doc's is easier to get in NYC, but as of now I think there is only one place offering Black Bird -here.




Happy Thanksgiving everyone. Eat well, give thanks.

Bringing It Home



It all started with the machine. From the rear loading dock at the studio, handles lowered, loading it into the van. 

Of course, this beast was intended for 80 foot farm rows, but that got nixed in favor of an ever more local farm. A 1989 Troy-bilt 22-inch wide, rear-tined tiller, 8-inch tilling depth, and 7 HP Kohler Magnum engine. Forward and reverse drive gears, starts on the first pull, but a little fussy about the drive lever. More tiller than a twenty by ten foot plot can handle, turning was an effort, possibly creating more work than hand digging, especially when the tiller dug in. Two plots later; that was Friday's work.


On Saturday I pulled out the trenching shovel and began making rows for walking; squeezing as many beds as possible leaves little room but a foot's width.


Once leveled out, I turned to my prototype wheel dib to pace the planting. The clove still needs to be pushed in, gingerly as possible. New signs, smaller signs, were whipped together. My old signs were scaled for a large space and looked outsized in this little plot.


By late afternoon the planting was done, the blood meal was spread, the planting holes filled, and the beds were raked. Yes, those are the crocus (and winter weeds) at foreground.


At sundown I enjoyed the results of my work and wondered how the hell I worked that acre!



My other plot, the new plot, gee-one has subtle differences in soil than the beach farm plot, eff-twelve. It is softer, way softer, richer too, with fewer stones (and wood chips, sucker!). The tiller work was a little easier here without the boundaries of fencing and so was my trenching thanks to the depth of friable soil.


I didn't plant any of my Amagansett cloves here at the beach farm, but for two heads of Spanish Roja. This Rocambole wasn't replaced with new seed as it is notoriously difficult to grow, but I had two heads that appeared exceptionally healthy from the farm. Once peeled, the cloves skins and inner wrappers were a gorgeous mix of rose and terracotta. I hope they do well and although they were smaller than my seed bought at a high price farm, they were in much better shape than much of my Rocambole seed cloves that were beginning to dehydrate.


By early afternoon the fog began to roll in strong, an unhesitant fog horn carrying over the peninsula. It started to feel a little like Amagansett in June.


My orderly rows a contrast to the chaos of wooden and white plastic lattice, coolers, bins, green mesh fencing, umbrellas, and other garden objects. Finished now, but for one bulb of Artichoke I left at home, still waiting to be planted.  All in all, 1184 cloves of garlic (and 18 French Grey Shallots) planted in two plots, or just over 400 square feet. That's one sixth the quantity of cloves I planted last season on a fifth acre (or 8700 sq. ft.) in Amagansett on only one hundredth an acre at the beach farm. Kapow. 



Crocus Minus


Not so much saffron this season. Why? Maybe because I moved them from the farm in Amagansett. I also missed a number of the blooms because I couldn't make it to the beach farm. It's ok, next year.


These threads came from the blooms I was able to harvest. Looking forward to using them, but how?


Last of the Potatoes


I'm boiling the last of my Amagansett grown potatoes and a handful of sweet potatoes given to me by a farmer out at the barn. They'll be softened by the boil, then tossed in a hot pan with olive oil. Towards the end I'll put some butter on and chopped garlic. I've noticed my Artichoke variety garlic has gotten downright buttery raw, now. So good. The one at the top of the bowl is Artichoke. It's important to know how garlic changes as it sits, sometimes for the better, sometimes for worse.