Gapstow Bridge and Plaza Hotel in Fog


Manhattan, A Photographer’s Journey by Henry Barnard

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Amino Acids

Interesting fact: there are exactly 20 amino acids involved in making proteins in the body, 9 of which must be acquired through food — the so-called “essential” amino acids, but there are hundreds of other amino acids as well.

They now have refined the daily requirements for amino acids down to the individual 9 essential amino acids and how much of each one should take in — and which foods have the greatest amount for each.

Amino Acids

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My more elaborate OMAD meal: bottom layer is barley/lentils soaked in tomato sauce with garlic powder, then mixed vegetables and broccoli and tomato/beans all mixed together, then chopped onion on top of that, then a layer of finely diced organic leafy greens, and top level mushrooms cooked in red wine.  Predominate taste is that onion/garlic/tomato paste combination.  The barley/lentils make it very hearty.  The cooked mushrooms in wine are a kind of meat substitute. 
I’m only missing the BS in GBOMBS.  But then I have a handful of pecans or almonds, and various berries for dessert.  Always blueberries.  I always finish with eating a lot of different fruits.  Meal takes from 1 hour to 2 hours, then 22/23 hour fast.

Pine Needles

Across the street from my house on Seapit Road was a path that led to a clearing, and in the back of the clearing was the entrance to a footpath that went through all the trees to the street where a buddy of mine lived.  About half way through this footpath, in the middle of the woods, was a pine tree with a thick carpet of brown pine needles.  The scent was always very appealing, and if you were bare foot, Tom Sawyerish, the thick pine needles felt very comfortable.  I’d climb that tree, which was very tall, all the way to the top, and suddenly, at the very top, you poked your head out above all the surrounding trees and could see for miles — above it all. 

Once I lost my grip on a branch while climbing up the tree and fell all the way to the ground, snapping branches on the way down.  I landed squarely on my back on the thickest part of those wonderful pine needles, which saved me, along with those snapping branches which broke the fall. 

The scent of pine is still one of my favorites.

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