This lemonade recipe began not from a desire for juicy lemons or sweet iced tea, but from a fresh harvest of sweet, succulent strawberries at the height of the season. For anyone who has ever bought those strawberries on sale from the supermarket, it’s no longer a surprise that the giant imported California variety carries with it a certain tastelessness, and aren’t all that sweet. So, given the luxury of acquiring fresh local strawberries for the month, there are eight pounds of said fruit in the fridge, most of which will be made into jam for the more dour, berry-less months to come. But for now, particularly on this hot, sunny first day of summer, an iced tea lemonade with fragrant strawberries and cooling cucumber makes for the perfect, refreshing beverage.
Traveling is an exhausting endeavour in large part because it requires me to be more open to the lives unfolding before me. When on the move and transitioning through different landscapes, I can’t help but notice the details of the lives of others and become absorbed into these stories which, granted, are mostly fabricated elaborated in my mind.
This is how I spent much of 2010-2011. Aside from the material I’m attempting to incorporate into my thesis, I have been remiss to share the accounts of my travels, which I continue to play out during dull moments in transit or times of silence, looking out into the valley below me. In the upcoming weeks and months I will try to remedy this neglect by recounting the meaningful experiences that I carry with me, starting with the following photos from the Philippines.
I’ve been meditating lately on the notion of solitude and the boundaries between silence and noise. These photos were made at a fast-food joint called Graceland, in Legazpi City, Bicol, Philippines.