So I went to Salt Lake City with my friends this weekend. And I am dead tired and do not want to move for anybody or anything, but it was absolutely wonderful. I ran about taking pictures on Saturday and it was fun, but the best part happened on Friday, when, at SLC Comic-Con, we met (and got a picture with) Matt Smith.
Honestly, I felt a bit scummy about it, being one of the thousands who rushed by him that day, but then I realize it was Matt Smith and my natural human reaction to celebrity ( = EEEEK!) takes over. The weirdest part, frankly, is that he is real. Like, he’s a human being who is not actually as tall as he looked on screen (thanks to Jenna Coleman and the heels of the shoes he wears, most likely) and had his phone in his pocket (you can see it there on his thigh) and everything.
I kind of cringe at the hilarious story that came out of the picture below, but it’s funny, so here goes. Derek (far left) had a picture with his mom and sister right before ours, so he got to stand with Matt Smith for ten seconds while his mom and sister moved out and we moved in. Kory (far right) was ahead of me as we moved to pose and Matt Smith goes to put his arm around Kory, but (and we had agreed on this beforehand) Kory said, “Oh, Erika wanted to be next to you.” So I slipped in between them. Then, completely unbeknownst to me as Matt Smith and Kory are both taller than I, Matt Smith turns to Kory, rolls his eyes and mouths, “Women.” Then we pose, grin, shake, Matt claps us on the back and tells us to have a nice day, and that was it.
I didn’t know it had happened until it was over and we were trucking out and the post-excitement adrenaline was making it hard to walk and Kory was bursting to tell somebody that he had shared a joke with Matt Smith. And forever after this, my claim to fame will be that Matt Smith rolled his eyes at me once.
It was a good weekend.
Farmers’ market fun
An array of apples (I can alliterate)
These people were smushing up apples and putting them through that silver tube machine back there…
…and this is the resulting cider.
breads and berries (further alliteration)
It was a nutty weekend in more respects than one.
Other people’s vegetables and realizing I should probably find the macro setting
Bok choy (spelling?)
note description in foreground: bacon sourdough.
Awesome food truck feat. bluish-haired stranger
Inside the Rio Grande train station, where the farmers’ market is held in winter
Finally found the macro setting
although what Old Yeller and cheese have to do with each other I have no idea.
The sexiest loaf of bread I have ever seen
Given that the R is slightly obscured, this looks more like “aw honey.”
ein Bisschen Schokolade
say cheese (note: I did not say that as I took this picture)
This is elk salami, apparently made by a gent from Austria who lives nearby.
This is Petunia the pig. I have no idea what her significance is.
I love old buildings.
Perhaps it is the home away from home of döner kebab. I think the actual home is Turkey.
Adorable, slightly lonely chair outside an antique shop run by a woman I think was from Germany
Surreptitious plate photo in the basement of the German lady’s shop
Star Trek VHSs in a thrift shop
…yes, that many
Colorful bike-rack-like things plus head-scratching architecture in background
This was an open-air restaurant called Gracie’s. I’m pretty sure the graffiti was intentional.
And some trees to finish out the day.
I love living in the western U.S.
“Be the day short or be the day long, at last it weareth to evening song.”
Contemplative feat. too much glare
I love long shadows mainly because of long rays of light.
I like to think of this photo as the moon being shot off the catapult-esque trees.
“And sometimes there were voices singing.” – Alden Nowlan, “I, Icarus”