Phone As Camera

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Yesterday I took a series of photographs of some of the flowers in my garden.  They were pretty nice if I do say so myself.  I took them all with my phone.  Whenever I do this I always feel like this is a little bit of a cheat, or that I’m just too lazy to go get my camera.  Many times I use my phone because it’s just easier to upload the shots to the internet if I want to share them and there are a lot of choices in how to share.

Lately the change in my attitude has happened because the photographs are as good as anything I would take with my camera.  So here’s the old school photographer embracing the new technology and really loving the results.  The most important part of photography is actually taking the picture – if you don’t take it you don’t have it.  My phone is almost always with me, my camera not as much.  So when the shot is there so is the means.

There are photographers I know that seem to think the better, more expensive the equipment the better your images will be.  I’m here to tell you that you need to be able to see the image before any equipment comes into play.  The most important photographs to me are when I know that I am seeing through the eyes of the photographer, that little window to the soul.

Maintaining Control

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“Optimism sprouts from the knowledge that you are in control of your own life, not your past and not those around you. Part of being in control is taking responsibility for how you feel. This means not just admitting to uncomfortable feelings but then examining your circumstances to see what can be done to change these feelings at the source.”
― Augusten BurroughsThis Is How: Proven Aid in Overcoming Shyness, Molestation, Fatness, Spinsterhood, Grief, Disease, Lushery, Decrepitude & More. For Young and Old Alike.

I’m not sure if it’s the weather, the water or the fact that far too many people spend so much of their time with social media rather than actually being social but I’ve recently encountered (and sometimes been surrounded by) people that have no idea the effect they have on those around them.  These are people I know well and people I don’t know at all.

For a long while I thought this was just a generation thing – you know all those kids that have been brought up with the internet and less face to face socialization.  I’ve realized that it’s just the way people are now.  They don’t seem to have a filter any more. They open their mouths and say things they think are amusing or just sarcastic and fail to understand that when heard they can cut to the quick.  I thought for a while that it might be an age thing – I know when I hit a certain age I was more likely to throw caution to the wind and say how I felt because it was important to me.  I’ve since learned that I need to assess a situation more carefully before opening my mouth, or at least temper what I was going to say.

I’ve also found that I have less of a need to put myself in a situation where I’m surround by people with negative energy.  I have enough of my own.  If I am around people that are negative, complaining, gossipy I become one of them and continue to be after they are no longer there.  I’ve chosen not to do that anymore.

Last week was an amazing week for me (other than the weather).  I was surrounded by the people I love most in the world for days.  Food, family and fun, that’s what it was.  It was our vacation for this summer, it was a staycation in Rowe.  In surrounding myself with these people I realized that I was renewed, relaxed and re-energized.  We all have those “friends” or family members that suck the life out of a room – you know what I’m talking about – or the ones that bring drama into every situation.  I’ve made a conscious decision to move away from those people, I’ve had to do it for my own sanity.  Life is hard enough without someone bringing you down to wallow in their misery.

This blog has helped tremendously in my outlook on things.  I try to write about things that are uplifting or at least sane.  I’m trying to keep my sanity here.  I think negative thinking and spreading it around robs you of what is so good in the world – to laugh, love, eat, drink, and sharing your gifts with those around you.  We all need to look for the good we have to offer and then offer it.  It changes your life, it changes your outlook and with any luck it can help change those around you.

A River Runs Through It

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 I think New Englanders are conditioned at birth to complain about the weather.  If it’s not too cold it’s too hot, too dry, too wet, too windy, you get the idea.  I’m here today to complain about the weather (probably not for the first time).  We have been stuck in an unusual weather pattern for weeks now.  Rain, rain, rain, humidity, rain, thunderstorms, rain, rain, you get the idea.  I’ve looked at my weather apps more in the past month than I ever have, not that I can do anything about it.  I asked a very good friend who’s a weather forecaster (albeit in Arizona) what he thought about the weird weather we were having in this area – he told me the weather was “slightly anomalous”.  Maybe you have to be living in day after day of rain to think it is weird, it does something to your brain after a while.

The photograph above I took this morning while taking the dogs out.  It looks so verdant, everywhere. My gardens are jungles now.  It was raining when I walked outdoors, just a slight sprinkle.  I couldn’t tell because the windows on our house are so fogged from the air conditioning running that you can’t see anything out of them at this point.  The trees are all drooping from the weight of the water on their leaves.  Although the grass looks great (and much greener than it usually does this time of year) it is hiding the river that is running through the center of our back yard.  This river is over 3 feet wide and separates the garden from the tree in the foreground.  

When you exit the back door of the house (which is now so swollen that it will not shut properly) you are hit with the heat and humidity – the air is thick.  Last night when I went out with the dogs I was wearing sandals – I wasn’t aware of the river in the back yard until I stepped into it.  The thing that amazed me the most is the fact that it was warm – like bath water.

The days of summer march on while I sit and wait for those glorious sunny ones with a slight breeze and low humidity, my favorite kind of summer day.  I then realize if the sun comes out it will feel like we are living in a tropical rain forest as the water begins to evaporate from the ground.  Yup, only to give us another rainstorm at the end of the day – a vicious cycle.

Whine, whine, whine – but I’m kind of wishing it was snow.

Weaving Wednesday 11

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I was a mad weaver last week.  This piece started out as an experiment in sett really.  I had a draft but wanted to use something other than what it called for, because I didn’t have access to the required materials and I just HAD to weave SOMETHING.

The warp is a Berroco’s Ultra Alpaca Fine which is a  wool/alpaca/nylon blend, the color – Potting Soil Mix.  The weft is Berroco’s alpaca in red.  The pattern is an overshot called Orange Peel.  The name alone made me want to weave it in orange.

I am proud to say that this project went off without a hitch – from warping to finishing.  It also happened in 5 days.

We were going to a nephew’s 30th birthday party on the 6th (yes, I am that old) and I needed a gift.  After asking Bill if he would wear it (no, he can’t put anything around his neck), I decided to give myself that deadline.  The biggest problem I ran into was finishing.  Living in a house with no air conditioning in the middle of a humid heat wave is not conducive to air drying a 72″ wool scarf.  I confess to putting it in the dryer on air for a half an hour without adverse results.  I also didn’t realize how hot I would be twisting fringe.  The results were worth it.

This piece is yummy – so soft and warm.  I’m sure it will get used in San Francisco.  I was a little sad to see it go but had woven it with the recipient in mind, those are always the best projects.

Now I have to admit that I’m just a little on edge because there is nothing on my loom right at the moment.  I have a number of choices right now but I think I will weave a gamp of Harrisville wool that I just purchased.  I figured Harrisville was the way for me to go because I love the way their wool is spun and dyed.  So 18 colors, 72 inches – I can’t wait to get it started!  On the other hand if this heat keeps up maybe I should consider making something in cotton.

Sharing My Garden

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Every year I plant something for the birds in my vegetable garden.  This year it was scarlet runner beans.  Last year, and many years before it was sunflowers.  I love the fact that they always find what has been planted and visit the same time every day to eat their fill.

This year I have unexpected guests, and they are eating my dill.  Had I known they were going to visit I would have planted more, I’m not adverse to sharing.

I originally thought this was the caterpillar for a Monarch Butterfly but after doing a little digging sister Sue pointed out it was missing the telltale black horns.  It’s a Black Swallowtail caterpillar.  Once I looked them both up I have to say that this caterpillar is much more showy. I love the symmetry in nature.  How even the stripes and yellow dots are on its body.  I am amazed at how they will metamorphose into something that looks so  completely different from what it is now.

130707 Swallowtail Caterpillar (1)The Black Swallowtail caterpillar is also known as the Parsley worm due to their affinity for everything in the parsley family.  Dill, parsley, cilantro, fennel, they love them all.  These caterpillars go through 4 molts of their exoskeleton before it builds a chrysalis.  These caterpillars are in their 4th stage.  As they grow their small yellow dots turn more into yellow ovals.  I fully expect them to be gone soon, they will be spinning a cocoon on some stronger branch.  In about two weeks they will be beautiful butterflies.

When they emerge from their cocoons they will look like this –

Black SwallowtailHow amazing is that?  We always have a lot of these butterflies around the yard.  They are beneficial pollinators so I don’t really mind sacrificing the dill for the butterflies (although all of the pickle eaters in my family might disagree).  Next year I will plan on planting more dill, parsley and cilantro in a different garden to see if they will concentrate somewhere else.  Or I will just plant a lot more so we can share.

 

 

Little Nest

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I plucked this nest out of the branch of the pear tree in the back forty over the weekend.  I’ve been watching it for over a month – there hasn’t been any action.

It was difficult to see nestled into the leaves at the very end of a long, low branch.  My sister and I laughed about the wild ride that bird had to have taken on a windy day.

The nest is quite small, the cup itself no more than three inches.  It is lined with dog fur and sheep’s wool, a testament to the animals in the area.  It amazes me the way it is constructed – almost totally of various grasses from large on the outside to fine in the cavity itself.  It is so perfectly round.

I have quite a collection of bird’s nests.  Some, like a robin’s nest are heavy and substantial.  This one is light as air.  It was tucked right into the small branches that hold the leaves on the pear – it wasn’t going anywhere.  This is the kind of nest you find in the fall, blowing around in the field, let loose my the dropping of a tree’s leaves that once held it tight and close.

I’m unsure of the type of bird that made this nest.  I thought it might belong to a wren but after doing a little research I’m not so sure.  There are so many different birds out back it could be anything.  I like to think of these nests as little gifts they leave behind.

 

Croquet in a Different Era

FPF 1880's Croquet (1)As we were playing our game of extreme croquet yesterday my sister and I were remembering playing the game as children – on the north lawn.  I recalled having these photographs of the Wrights playing croquet in the late 1800’s on that same lawn.  They brought their kitchen chairs outdoors to sit on.

Playing Croquet in side yard

In looking at the dress of the day I am just hoping that it wasn’t 95 degrees in the shade.

 

Extreme Croquet

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The Fourth dawned hot and humid, with very little breeze.  I wasn’t complaining since it has rained for weeks now – any sun was good.

People began gathering around 2:00.  It was to be one of those days where family members from far and wide come together to enjoy each other’s company.  After sitting in various chairs for a while we decided we needed an activity.  Extreme croquet was the game of choice with two sets of balls and mallets (and the rules be damned).

130704 (2)Everyone was in on the game – photographer, observer, player.  The youngest was concentrating the hardest.

130704 (3)Two teams made their way around the course each starting at their own end pin.  The only place they would meet was the center wicket.

130704 (4)Fully half of the players were learning what scant rules we had as they played.  Some just ecstatic at getting their ball through a wicket (in the right direction).

130704 (5)The course was large with a few obstacles making it challenging for everyone.  People’s balls were sent far from their impending wicket by their competitors.  When you hit an opponents ball you have the choice of taking another turn or hitting the opponent’s ball as far as you can in a different direction.  It seems this ruthless crowd took great joy in causing their opponents suffering.  Mind you this is not a team sport is was every man for himself.

130704 (6)The competition was steep but the game concluded with unexpected winners.

Croquet is a game I have played since childhood.  It seems like such a civilized game at first glance.  We’ve never played by the rules, yesterday we seriously twisted the way it’s normally played to allow as many people to play while moving the game along in a timely fashion. You learn a lot about the people around you when they play a game.  Some are fiercely competitive, some are not the best sports, one with injuries unrelated to the game showed brilliance in form, some have dogged determination.

When the game was over the plays were rehashed by everyone gathered with their Rhuby Rockets.  It really is the perfect game in my mind, especially on a hot July day.

 

 

 

 

 

Chester’s First Swim

We brought Chester up to the lake yesterday for a swim.  He’d never been swimming before but we knew he would chase a tennis ball anywhere.  It was a little windy so the sound isn’t that great on the video but this clip pretty much says it all.

After retrieving the ball a few times he became a much more calm swimmer, started swimming without all of the splashing.

The most difficult part of the day was getting him to leave.

 

The Joys of Cherry Season

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Cherries are my all time favorite fruit, hands down.  When they to come in each year I eat them every day.  Every. Day.  I can’t get enough.  I’ve canned them in the past and they are wonderful in the winter.  I’ve made them into pies, crumbles, cobblers and clafouties.  This years experiment is infused vodka.  Of all the vodkas I’ve infused in the past this one is the most labor intensive.  It requires you to pit and halve 4 to 5 pounds of cherries (and if you’re like me you eat a lot of them while you’re pitting).  It takes awhile, but the fruit is beautiful.

I put the halved cherries into the container and added 2 liters of vodka.  It’s sitting now in it’s dark little spot where I stir it daily.  The plan is to have it ready for July 4th.  Photos and a review will follow.  I have to confess to having  a bit of a taste this afternoon as I stirred the fruit around.  This is going to be one fabulous vodka.

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