Pinta and Santa Maria

Welcome to our home Nina!

And our hearts

Lately

I'm sure everyone's doing it, but here's how I've been doing it.

I've been climbing to the top of the world

I've been lookin' out

I usually decide to stay a while

I've been finding logs made by Van Gogh

I've been having picnics

I've been showing some leg, and have the grass marks to prove it

My photos have a lot of sky in them lately. I think that's a good thing.

Shadows

I remember, as a child, staring into the quiet spaces on high ledges or behind bleachers or in between child-sized hamster tunnels in the McDonalds play area where dust, debris, bits of paper, perished flies, defeated balloons, and various evidence of the living collected and sat undisturbed. It always gave me comfort to stare at these spaces, to fixate on their peacefulness, and to revel in how undisturbed and passive they were. I don't really remember the overall appearance of many places from long ago, but if I think about these quiet spaces, I find that I can conjure the very real feeling of being in that space once again, and, perhaps more pointedly, the sharp pang of the passage of time.







It happened often that, during the Civil War, people who were watching a battle from only a few hundred yards away would not hear any sound of the struggle. The sounds of the guns and screams and cannons were carried away and deposited somewhere else. They called this phenomenon "acoustic shadows."

Sprung

I've been busy sending out resumes and worrying about things. Occasional breaks for Peeps.

My nose has never been so horrendously itchy. But on beautiful days we really just have to get outside and power through.

Oh, nothing

I'm beginning to learn that love can only be recycled. What you lose can only come back again.

Ain't Just a River in Egypt

2010 has not been kind so far, to put it lightly. Rather than complaining more (and there is no shortage of things to complain about, let me assure you), I'm simply going to share some beautiful things.

The Fox Hunt- Train on the Island
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All photos are my own, save the last one which is from shorpy.com

Jolly

It's amazing how much you can accomplish just 3 days out of class. With nothing breathing down my neck for a few weeks, I've been a happy little busybody. Today I bundled up in thermals, long underwear, corduroy, and woolens, and walked down to the park to snip some greens for my wreath. Needless to say, it was gorgeous. What I love about snowstorms is the rare chance you get to pretend you live in some sort of vacuum. Walking back, humming "Noel" to myself and cradling my trimmings, I couldn't see more than a hundred feet in front of me. There were no loud, polluting roads just over the hill, no thumping bass, no ugly man-made drainage stream, no sirens, no trash, no people. Just that lovely shush of snow falling, a Christmas carol, and the burning of snowflakes on my red cheeks. Here's the finished product-

You should see my sore, sap-covered fingers.

I wrote my first knitting pattern- just some simple mittens but it's a start! I finished them up last night watching "A Christmas Story" and "The Nightmare Before Christmas"

In fancy Noro, no less!

I'm also catching up on some much-needed rat snuggling

He's catching up on naughtiness.

And I've prettied up the house!

Next on the list- spiced almonds!