accidental art

I have one of those little Canon digital cameras with a window on the back that shows whatever I'm taking a picture of. And, after I take a picture, I find that I lower the camera to a horizontal position in order to see the latest image. That image lasts for only a few seconds before the camera goes back to seeing through the lens, and that's when photos like this one get taken. I have a record of places where I have stood, simply because the image in the screen looked really good.

another canal image

A lone kayaker was going through Lock #34 in Lockport, NY, yesterday, going downstream. (I'm the shadow on the left.) This is a good image, I think. I find it to be strong but peaceful.

erie canal lock wall

I see details of the landscape when I drive around—like this limestone wall of the old Erie Canal—and think that I could use them in some way when playing with fabric. The image is rich with shading and texture, both of which tell its long story of standing up to time, holding back the earth, keeping water in its course. I tend to see these things and then wait for a story that I want to tell into which this image may, just maybe, find its way to support the story. This wall would be good as a base on which a story of nostalgia could be told. Or maybe something else. Ideas, anyone?

today's inchies

Today, I decided to play with fabric, so I created a bunch of these inchies. However, they are larger than one inch square, as you might have noticed. I will be making more that will be truly one inch square. And we'll see if they are too little.

one sockmunky

This sockmunky, as he prefers to have his kind spelled, is from North Carolina, here seen in the Adirondacks overlooking Wolf Pond. He enjoys travel and lives in the car because he is afraid of missing out on going anyplace, new or otherwise.

confluence

The Mohawk River joins the Hudson here at the old village of Waterford, NY (whose name is the whole story of its past). At no other confluence of rivers that I've been to have I seen a sign THIS LARGE (or any signs at all, for that matter) showing boaters the way. It's quite impressive. An interesting feature of this sign, however, is that it says nothing of the rivers, but points to the cities, the canals, oh and the one natural feature, Lake Champlain. The rivers might as well not be there. Meanwhile, the area is quite pretty and looks to be a good place to paddle sometime. The Mohawk has several slow-moving branches around some islands. The Hudson is large, but controlled by the dam at Troy, so it's pretty steady. Nice place.

what happened to the egg?

excellent eggsalad....mmmm.....

couldn't resist this experiment

Posted to a list I subscribe to was this project from marthastewart.com to color Easter eggs using silk tie fabric. And I just had to try it—the worst that could happen would be a simple hard-boiled egg.

These pictures show the end result. Only some of the colors transfered from the silk to the eggshell. But it is a pleasant coloring and I just may have to try again with other pieces of fabric.