Posts Tagged 'water'

Element: Water, Peninsula State Park, Wisconsin

It’s been too long since the last time I was out on the rocks of Lake Michigan. When hiking out here, the lake sounds like an echo of the ocean in a cove. Water drums beneath the rocks, and you can imagine that not far away is the ocean, except there isn’t the tang of salt air. For me, the shore of Lake Michigan holds all the elements in one — water, earth, air (gulls flying overhead), and the smell of campfires. I’m hoping when I get to go back next time, the drought and heatwave won’t have caused too much damage to my favorite woodlands.

Via Flickr:From a trip back in 2005. Loved hiking near these cliffs.

In which gauge kicks me in the shins

I’ve been knitting then tinking, then knitting then tinking… all on the same sock: Lichen Socks from Knitting Vintage Socks, by Nancy Bush. The yarn is lovely (Mountain Color Bearfoot); the resulting sock looks lovely, although I’m quite tired of 3 inches of sock that has been done and then undone. Whether or not the sock will fit the recipient is up to the fickleness of Gauge.

So far: one favorite set of wooden needles shattered. I substituted size 1 metal needles, and apparently my gauge gets much tighter when using aluminum needles instead of wood. I now have some red stained wood needles and have sized up to US size 2 (2.75 mm).

The result feels looser on my foot than the version of the sock before it was tinked, so I’m hopeful. However, the Gardener has sturdier, longer feet, so we’ll see how this goes. And Gauge is quite fickle.

Happy 2012

I spent the first day of the new year at the beach. On January 2nd, I went back to the beach at 6:45 AM and had lots of fun taking pictures of the sunrise. It was a wonderful reboot to the world. I even managed to get the Gardener to come along on that warm morning.

Anything else I have to say is either trite, or silly. I’m artificially glad that at least 2012 is new…a new page in the sketch book… and not 2011, which sucked the wind out of the enjoyment of life for lots of people.  I hope I’ve learned enough not to relive 2011 again and again, ala Groundhog Day. In this “new” world, I keep looking at my photographs from January 2nd on the east coast, and I’m amazed at how beautiful the world looks when I’m not focused on life/work/worry.

Wishing all the best for you, your family, and your life focus in 2012. p.s. Ah, the beach. Perfect.

Seagull in a pool of water

Seagull in a pool of water by rjknits
Seagull in a pool of water, a photo by rjknits on Flickr.

For Project Spectrum (September), I went to one of the beaches by the bay, and looked for natural yellow elements. The sand and yellow reflections on the water here, made for a fun picture. Alas, no knitting for the color yellow was done. I’ll post other images, once I’ve sorted through them. But this one sums up the end of summer and beginning of autumn for me — bittersweet and filled with rain.

Cool blue

The weather is too hot. It hit 107 °F (42°C) today. So far, the electric is holding. Fingers crossed. It’s too hot to knit. But tonight… tonight I’m looking at photos of the water from my holiday. Sigh. Love the curved horizon you see on the ocean sometimes.

We’ve been told the heat should break after Sunday. In the meantime, I’m going to sulk indoors, read my library books, play with paints and try to find some sorting to do.

Wishing you the bluest sky

I’ve been traveling lately. And sometimes, the clamber is worth the view. The picture on the right was taken (I think) at Burnt Head, on Monhegan Island, Maine. One can quite see why the artists clamber around on cliff sides with their easels strapped to their backs.

Lovely calls of gulls as they wheeled overhead, cedar waxwings back in the bits of forest, etc. The Gardener and I took it slowly, mercifully meeting only one or two people going down when we were climbing up the paths through the underbrush. No sprained ankles, luckily.

In keeping with the “blue” theme of Project Spectrum and July, we spent one evening relaxing while looking at the water on the left, sipping on Bombay Sapphire gin and tonics. It was a wonderful way to unwind.

I’ll probably limit most of the vacation photos to Flickr, since mostly they’re pictures of sky, water, surf, and oceangoing vessels. Possibly not all that interesting to my readers. However, I did visit Tess’s Designer Yarns in Portland and Halcyon Yarn in Bath, Maine, so there will be photos of yarn for the knitters in the future.


Sometimes the online universe boggles me

While waiting at a well-known coffee chain, waiting to get hot water for some tea, I stood in front of someone who was explaining on how wonderful it was to find a StarbuZZ at the mall. And she always got the same drink. (The people she was with were tired, footsore, and trying to explain that they didn’t want any coffee or snacks, because they were going to go get lunch… the 10-year old and 5-year old seemed a little overwhelmed by the effusiveness of the woman who was talking.) And then she whipped out her camera and explained loudly that she was going to get a photo, because she had a page on facebook. And on that page she had pictures of every StarbuZZ she had visited. One in Switzerland, one in London, one in Jerusalem. I was grateful when I got my tea, and I was even more grateful when I could pay the nice man behind the counter so I could make my escape.
I’m not on facebook, and frankly… I don’t get it. But I do take pictures of yarn as it slowly becomes something, so I can’t really judge. I just may be more likely to talk about my Ravelry account and my blogging when I’m surrounded by people who actually care (like a LYS or a friend in the knitting circle), instead of in a coffee house filled with surly people who really weren’t sure what was going on with the lady who was gesturing madly as she tried to snap pictures.

I’m not on facebook, so I ask in kind of horrified amazement — do people really devote pages to pictures of well-known coffee chains? [And, in case anyone has shopped for women’s clothing recently, what’s with all the outfits worthy of Liza Minnelli, Ethel Merman, or Adam Ant? Was there some sort of kabal in the design world that laughed and said that we’d all either be singing about New York, New York or “don’t drink don’t smoke, what do ya do?” I’d like to know that this is a regional fad, and if I leave this region I might find something a grown up can wear to an office.]