Half the voters put him in the office. They still agree with the asshole. Anarchy. There’s not much I can do. It’s likened to shoveling shit against the tide. I’m nobody. But check around and see whom he denigrates. No one is too small. Let’s start a movement. No more caps for his name. it’s just trump. He doesn’t deserve caps. Let’s see if it will drive him up a wall. go donnie. I bet donnie will burn his ass too. Every journey starts with a single step. Pass it along.
It reminds me of American Gothic. Sorry, it’s not too similar. But…it fits for me. They pose. I shoot. Everyone is happy. These days happy is good.
New! We took apart silk worm cocoons. Yeah! That’s an actual worm inside. Don’t ask. PETA will be all over me. I eat meat too. Steak! Ham! Chicken! I’m not against them. (Ambiguous?)
Okay, soak the cocoons and then wind the silk off. I watched the YouTube. And then we screwed it all up. What I know? Wet warm water. A single fiber has great pull apart strength. We started with a couple – three strands and got it up to six or so. It worked pretty well. It looks a mess but in a beautiful way. Now too wash and then process. It’s not over. More to come…
Cute! Now I know what it’s like to be “cat proud.” In lieu of speaking of your kids, it’s an obvious option. Pets can calm you. Therapy! I’m in need of sedation. This pair of characters are at least friendly enough. Lulu and Cassie were never buddies. “Friends” are better.
It becomes felt when you lie on it exerting heat, pressure, and rubbing. Willow was just visiting and rolling in the fleece. Plan? Washing and processing to make spun yarn. After that we will turn it over to a weaver. No felt please. Go back. Can you tell the difference between Willow and Patch? …not me.
It’s a soft sided basket a bit too small for Patch’s wide body eighteen pound frame. He’s a big boy even though there’s a lot of fur too. He loves his basket and sleeps there for hours at a time. He’s laid back. Shares. Someone else comes along and sleeps in his spot, Patch is cool. He’s got good taste. We can’t seem to find another like it. Go figure.
I have developed a spontaneous style. I write off the top of my head. Ha! Short attention span. What catches my eye is my subject. And I’m not too good at detail. So to go and find another picture…not me. There are five cats – two sets of twins. Well, they are alike enough to be pretty much identical. And Patch and Willow are hard for me to distinguish unless I’ve got them side by side. Elle is easier. She’s aloof…or shy. Shy! So it is a trick to get her. She runs when she sees my camera. (See the hand) But they deserve equal billing lest someone think that I have favorites… Ha!
Who knew? Who’d have guessed? Fish, cats… It’s not a year since…it’s been quite a year. But back in February 2016, Lulu came into my life. This year it’s Spice/Feather. Cats! I don’t like cats.
I like dogs. I loved Nellie. Just about the time when I really needed a friend, Lulu came in. And when I had to leave Lulu behind, Spice and Feather have entered. I miss Nellie. Who wouldn’t? And there are still Elle, Willow, and Patch. Characters, one and all.
Snow geese in flight – I’ve learned a lot about shooting from other things I shot. Same word – different connotation. Ha! Ah, well. I’ve learned the use of my camera from things I’ve done in my past. Action was learned from shooting tennis. Zooming was honed on underwater photography. I ain’t great, but, more a work in progress. Today it was birds in flight. I’m lazy and did not get out of the car to chase the birds into the field. The snow geese are migrating. They are not fleeing…if you get my drift.
“My Grandfather’s clock was too tall for the shelf, so it stood ninety years on the floor…” The origin of the term grandfather clock was derived from this song. I bet you didn’t know that. And the Kieninger clock works company has been around for more than 100 years and is still going. It has made the inner workings of many clocks. That’s about what I know now. It’s worth something. It “wirks.” That is to say it ticks. Yes! It tells time. It does not chime…yet. I haven’t trouble shot the issue. The kitties are curious and climbed right in. So far, it’s worth a whole lot more than we paid. But we bought it ‘cause I have been eyeing clocks for a year. Yay! Just luck.
The weights are heavy. Seriously heavy. We saw another clock the very next day. You remember the sewing machine story? Well, the second clock was plastic and the weights were nothing. So, this clock here, was a good bargain indeed. And it has real Kieninger works and it runs great. This kind of clock was very accurate and only supplanted when quartz movements came in the 1980’s. So, it’s not that long since progress changed things. You know, like everyone has a cellphone now….