I finished these socks today – just now, in fact, and ran out to take pictures.

Product shots;




And while I was out there, I had a visitor;



Black-bottomed bumble bee.

I haven’t been out standing looking at my sunflowers this summer, so I haven’t seen many bees, so I am excited.

All these photos look dark to me; am I right?

Okay, mostly scarlet, and some purple. Always adding alliteration.





After however many years, I decided to try a different lens. I can’t get as close, but I think I like this one better. I haven’t checked for parallax yet, but I have years.

My family has this weird snooty streak. I can hear my father and one of my brothers saying that with a tone, man. And then I can hear my older brother saying it like the smart alec/clown/multi-layered person that he was.

My mother wouldn’t say that. She had her own way.

But anyway. I have been remiss, and I’m sorry. Kmkat came all the way up to the Big Lake to see me! and it was great. It really was. Somebody who understood when I came running up with yet another skein, saying Look! And somebody – well, let’s just say somebody not from around here. We had a lot to talk about, and I had a lot of coffee so I certainly had a lot to talk about. And the day was beautiful and there was a huge yacht at the end of the street; Bayfield put on a good show. I didn’t have my camera, but believe me, it was a good day. We even found parking.

Kathryn gave me this beautiful cowl -
Modeled gracefully by my hand. I’m still trying to figure out what the stitch pattern is. And it is perfect for my early fall wardrobe, which sounds kind of high-falutin’, but apparently it is a thing, where I have to match the season. It will be good all spring, of course.

And this would be the yarn I bought.
Jitterbug, in copper beach. Made in Wales. My paternal grandmother came from Wales. I have a second sock to finish, and a shawl, and a pair of gloves, and a pair of fingerless mitts, and there’s a baby on its way for which I have no ideas except for using some bulky-weight yarn in merino. So I cannot cast on with this yarn. But I’m thinking a beanie, even though I look like Cousin Itt in hats. Wearing the skein draped around my neck has its charm, too.

Anyway. My camera has decided that exposures are random things. Color is fairly random, too. I’m lightening my photos so they look good with my screen brightness cranked, because I really have no idea how else to judge. They’re probably still too dark. I’ve lost my color checker card. I am a bad photographer.

(Again. As always. And so on.)

This was written in 2004;

Who, two decades ago, could have imagined a world in which the Soviet Union had vanished and the Internet had arrived? Who then dreamed that the political prisoner Nelson Mandela would become president of a transformed South Africa? Who foresaw the resurgence of the indigenous world of which the Zapatista uprising in southern Mexico is only the most visible face? Who, four decades ago, could have conceived of the changed status of all who are nonwhite, nonmale, or nonstraight, the wide-open conversations about power, nature, economics, and ecologies?

Introduction to “Hope In The Dark” by Rebecca Solnit. Funny how just a few words do so much. Later;

“[B]ecause hope is an ax you break down doors with in an emergency…”

What about that for a tattoo? “Hope is an ax.”

Coco's plant

Big huge plant at Coco’s, in Washburn.


I have trouble getting raptors’ eyes soul-less and alien. (And there’s a host of other issues, but it’s just a sketch. Quit yelling at yourself, self.)

I’m trying to get rid of this couch, one way or another. But Katniss is not happy.

last nap

She makes it look shabby, with her elegance. (A certain amount of snark is in this statement.)

electric wire

I got the hashbrowns going, and turned to start the coffee, and there were these flowers, that needed to be photographed.

bee balm



The nasturtiums seem to appreciate not having their roots tampered with.

This here? Is a victory lap.


We moved from Minneapolis to the farm 20 years ago. The place was a dump. One of the windows in the living room had been covered over with cheap siding on the outside, and filled in (poorly) with mirrored tiles. I could not bear the sight of it, and made this quilt top to hang over it. It’s all cheap fabric, and barely enough to make the seams in places. But it was so much better than what it covered.

Aaaand. Things got worse, as they tend to when things begin poorly. I moved out and on, dragging Daughter with me. A lot of packing was done by an angry drunken person, and I was glad to get as much of my stuff as I did. So I was incredible happy when I found the quilt top shoved in a box with some loose papers and I don’t know what all.

Aaaand. Things weren’t that great then, either, but eventually things started going better, and now that I’m on a fairly even keel, I decided to actually make it into a quilt. I won’t show you the back, because as in all things, I have to make mistakes before I can do it right. All the mistakes. But it’s so much fun to get into bed under a blankie I made myself.

It’s like I kept a promise or something.


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