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Crocheted peace sign
International Yarnbombing Day 2018

Well, I found my way back to this blog. This post has been sitting in limbo in my drafts for a few YEARS now. For whatever reason I’m not ready to give up this silly website yet.

I’ve been gone for a long time. More than four years for crying out loud. Yeah, yeah. We’ve heard it all before.

It pains me to admit it, but I’ve lost all interest in photography and haven’t picked up a proper camera in all that time. It makes me sad when I think about it. I love photography, and thoroughly enjoy using film. After I left the DC area I just couldn’t bring myself to do any photography. Something “clicked” inside me and I suddenly lost interest. I blame Instagram and that bloody smartphone and everyone being a “photographer.” Yeah, right.

The same with encaustic painting. I really enjoyed encaustic painting too, but once I moved I felt bereft and untethered, like I was endlessly treading water. I retreated into my other near-obsession: knitting.

Knitting. If I’m away from it, even for a short time, I have a strange feeling in my stomach. It’s like an addiction. The yarn calls to me.

Knitting can be challenging. Knitting can also be mindless. And at the end of the day you can see what you’ve accomplished with just three ingredients: your own two hands, sticks, and wool. Or maybe that’s four, if you count each hand separately.

I’ve been thinking about the natural progression of things and this blog. The world definitely does not need another knitting blog. Or a photography blog for that matter. Things here are up in the air.

Graffiti at Antioch College


It seems like an eternity ago, but earlier this spring I took a long walk around Yellow Springs with my Holga and some Fuji 100 film. I walked around the Antioch College campus mostly. It’s a photogenic place, with lots of surprises.

I love to see the latest art the wall. It changes all the time and it’s usually pretty darned good.


I’ve never seen the “Before I Die” wall before. I love the idea!

And finally, I walked past the Antioch Volunteer Workshop building. I love the graffiti on the two garage doors.


Ykaterina, My Beautiful Cat-Sister

Back in August 2015 my Mom and I stopped by the pet store to pick up some cat food for my boys. My parents lost their sweet Sam Williams not long before and they were on the fence about adopting another cat. They thought they were too old. What if they die before the cat? Who will take care of the animals? (Duh! Me!!)

I can’t stand coming home to an empty house. I love my cats and I inherited that love of animals from my parents. Mom was feeling sad that there wasn’t a cat prowling the house anymore.

We went to the back of the store to see the adoptable kitties and she saw Dorothy, a sleek black housepanther, and asked to meet her. (Well, I really pushed Mom to meet her.) Dorothy had been waiting for her forever home for almost three months. We went into the little room to spend time with her and she was fantastic! Cool and collected with all the chaos going on around her, she played with some toys, caught a spider, and enjoyed being held. She even purred! Mom adopted her on the spot.

Dorothy got a new home that day and a new name: Ykaterina. I call her Y-Kat. My parents call her Katie. She fit in immediately in her new home and gets along with Garrett the chocolate lab. I’m so glad my Mom adopted her that day. Katie is playful, energetic, ornery, snuggly, and oh so silly. She’s a great cat and she deserves a great home.