This is just a gallery of images in the process of turning some fleeces I had kept from the days I had sheep. Some was from my last two lambs in 2011 before I moved out here.
Hurricane Ridge and Eclipse Viewing
I had wanted to be in Oregon for the eclipse. It would have been a visit to see Boo, since she lives right in the totality line. But it was rather far to go for a 15-minute viewing. So this Hurricane Ridge viewing area was spectacular. There were hundreds of people there. A little local ad hoc eclipse community forming around a 15-minute event.
Going to Seattle
I had been wanting to see what it was like to get to Seattle without a car. It was a trip. I mean it felt like going on a trip. If I had been driving it would have felt like driving to Seattle. This felt like I was taking a trip. It was different.
Spinning on My Mind
These are some photos of the Hansencrafts e-spinner retreat at the studio of Judith Mackenzie near where I live now. Not that it needed a name but they (Judith and Beth Hansen) called it Linsey-Woolsey (noun: a strong, coarse fabric with a linen or cotton warp and a woolen weft. ORIGIN: late 15th century: from linsey, originally denoting a coarse linen fabric (probably from Lindsey, a village in Suffolk, England, where the material was first made) + wool + –sey as a rhyming suffix). Very homey and nostalgic.
Hope Report and Musings on the Elder Years
Well, I have never seen a more unresponsive dog. She has not wagged her tail or barked since she arrived. Sometimes she seems interested in food or treats, but usually her head is down and she is plodding towards her bed or across the road when we go on our somewhat stilted walks in around the same block. It is hard to interact with her. She doesn’t mind petting and is receptive, but there is no response. Even her level of submission can’t really be called submission because she doesn’t wince or cringe or lie down belly up. This must be dog senility.
Here’s Hope
Brought this old dog home on Monday, January 9. Heard about a group of Shelties needing a home for old dogs. Since my dog and I are old, I rushed right down. Her name is Hope, but I call her Hopie.
I think I’m finally learning to spin
I got some roving. Ready to spin, there are no more excuses for why I can’t do it. It is almost yarn. In spurts anyway.
Seeing double
So far the double exposure idea has ended up having sheep in all of them. The idea was to combine my former life (olden days) with my current one, to kind of mirror my thoughts every day as I walk down the street or go to work. The images are all of sheep. Sheep on the ferry or in place of the ferry, sheep on the blank alley wall, sheep in the water and sheep on the road.