Sunday, May 17, 2015

A bit of history, part I




 "The Greatest Moments of a Girl's Life" (enlarge the photo for more details) 




A few of the items we saw at the Bishops' House. More to come soon.... 

Clarification -- the items were part of a vintage and antique show, a fundraiser for the Bishops' House. Most of what we saw does not "live" there.

Saturday, May 02, 2015

Reflections on light and shadows





Something opens our wings. 
Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. 
Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.
~ Rumi





Monday, April 13, 2015

From bare branches to blooms







Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
~Rainer Maria Rilke

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

The willows have it (mostly)

Willow trees against a "cloud dance" sky 

Some trees haven't acknowledged Spring yet. But the willows have. 

Golden glow in the late afternoon sun. 

 A pear tree, also into Spring 

Willow peeking between dark trees 

And now for something completely different: I finished the shrug! 


Monday, March 16, 2015

Moving into Spring

It's finally becoming Spring. The songbirds have returned; tree branches are fat with buds 

Sun-drenched jonquils finally blooming

And soon I'll put away the winter wools

And winter hats

And seek something lighter

for Spring

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Seeing visions

Looking upward...

and reflecting 

A varying skyline 

Rectangle of blue

The State Capitol -- in night vision

Thursday, February 12, 2015

My latest fascination


When I was 10 or 11, I took a couple of knitting classes through 4-H Club. A kindly elderly lady, Edna, was my teacher. When I walked to her house after school, she always had hot chocolate and cookies waiting.


 

We knit through hot pads, slippers, headbands, head scarves, coin purses, and other projects in the 4-H knitting book. I learned the garter, stockinette, rib, and seed stitches using my red plastic needles.



During the last class, I attempted a sweater (the pattern of which was way beyond my ability and level). It was of turquoise yarn and had a lacy stitch across the shoulders. It took a long time, but I finished it, with a lot of help from Edna. Unfortunately, it had several noticeable "problems".  I gave it to my mother, who thanked me, smiled, and put it in a dresser drawer. Neither of us spoke of it again. And I went on to other things.



But here I am, years later, trying it again. So far I've done a scarf, wristers (fingerless gloves), and am currently working on a shawl.

No sweaters. But maybe, in time. We'll see....