I don’t have much to say in the way of an introduction for this week’s photos, other than: I haven’t Photoshopped any of my pictures and in fact do not know how to use the program, though I want to learn. Looks like “browse photography blogs” just made my to-do list.
February 2, 2009
Garden lust, I has it. My friend and I are putting in a garden at her house this spring. I’ve never done this before and I’m sure I’m going to screw something up like not plant the seeds at the right time or something, but I really really want to eat some fresh veggies that I’ve grown myself. So, I am. I hope.
February 3, 2009
I saw this snow graffiti on my way back to work from dinner on Tuesday night. Don’t know what it says, don’t know if it’s Chinese or Japanese (do you? let me know!), but I thought it was really weird and fun. Unless, of course, it says something awful. I almost walked past it, because it was so freaking cold that evening, but its weirdness turned me back.
February 4, 2009
The plaster hand was our gift from our friends Angie and her daughter O., and the table was my grandparents’ first TV stand. This setup sits to the left of our couch and is one of my favorite non-yarn arrangements in our house. Playing around with the black-and-white feature again, which is so much fun.
February 5, 2009
My friend Jill (the one with whom I will garden) and her son C. I spent the evening with them on Thursday, talking about gardening stuff and eating dinner and holding the baby. It’s lots of fun to be around Jill — she has so much creative energy and so many ideas for great ways to enjoy life. She recently got a whole lot of white board paint (no, I didn’t know it existed either) and plans to paint an entire wall with it, the better to map out her plans.
February 6, 2009
This house is a historical home, or something (I don’t know, some group is rehabbing it but it’s not open to the public… whatever) near my work and when I walked out on Friday I saw the sunset in the windows, which reminded me of the time my Mom was washing the dishes at the sink with the north-facing window cranked open at sunset time and looked out and thought the yard was on fire and yelled for my Dad and we all came running because we thought the yard was on fire but when we got there the yard was not at all on fire and it was the reflection of the sunset in the window glass. It was awesome.
February 8, 2009
The beginnings of the Tuscany shawl. This is my first lace pattern (ignoring the failed Icarus from two years ago) and I think it’s a really good one for beginners because (a) it’s in sportweight yarn, for bobsakes, and the knitting is amazingly quick, and (b) the lace pattern is easy peasy, requiring only a bit of your attention. I haven’t knit on it at Stitch-n-Bitch night, but I probably will when I feel more comfortable with it. I’m already further along than that picture; I completed another repeat last night.