A cloudy day photo session with my girl and her new cowl.
A test-knit for Julie of Knitted Bliss.
Nora loves it. (I love Nora.)
Recently, Connecticut has been snow-laden. For weeks upon weeks. It just lingers and adds to that claustrophobic cabin fever.
So, I do what I can to keep sane.
One of those things is knitting.
Hats, and baby toys, and baby blankets, and mittens, a cowl and an afghan. Knitting anything that will keep me from losing the battle of snow fatigue.
First up, is my own little attempt at a custom blanket for my dear little new nephew, Emmett Patrick. Here’s his gift, knit up in Nice and Knit DK Driftwood. The Emmett Blanket.
And here he is, Emmett Patrick Stanley, dearest little love.
Sigh. There’s just nothing like a new little life.
Ava and Aubrey are just about as sweet as they come. I got to have a fun little morning session with these two in preparation for Valentine’s Day. (And yes, they’re just as adorable and well-behaved as they seem to be in these photos.)
Thanks for coming over, girls!
There’s something sobering about sunsets. They close a door. Silent the page. Finish a chapter. They herald the ending of something, the no-going-back of full day. But still we seek them out, chase them, revel in their beauty, attempt to capture them on camera. We try to give them words, and mirror them through all forms of artistry. And yet, we never really do them justice in our descriptive attempts. The last sunset of 2014 has just ended on the East Coast. It was a good one, a slow sinking of a winter sun in a nearly-cloudless, frozen sky.
I love the ending of a year, the looking ahead at the new. The goals and the unspoken, firmly-held dreams. The unburdened and unbridled hope of it all. A hope that is raw and pure and completely untouched. I like that unknown hope, the looking ahead at the murkiness of what might be, the wondering, the seeing dimly. The soft, muted outlines and shapes and unknown futures. There’s beauty in that unknown, the unsettledness, the open journal, awaiting the pen to set alight a record of what can be. The crispness and clarity of last year has come, and it’s gone again. We know what already was, can look back on it with clear vision. But there’s a muddled and filmy view ahead, a wonderful look at what might be, soft and murky shapes and pretty visions. There’s an untold story just waiting to be recorded, and although we’re seeing through a glass darkly, we are still seeing. And through that clouded vision, there are beautiful things to behold.
Happy New Year.
It was a late, late October day. The sun shone like it meant it, the air was scented with the crispness of a beautiful New England autumn; the sky was as blue as it could get. It was the kind of day that stays in your mind, the kind of day where parachutes are dotted against a blue sky, where the light turns more golden by the moment, cementing in the mind the complete privilege of living in Connecticut. And these two got married on this, the best of days. The gathering was small, and classic, and happy. There is so much love for these two from family and friends, such obvious hope for what good things are ahead.