I played with the color...
because I can.
I've cut the fish for my "Following Sea" blanket out of white wool. It's a nice tight weave that I believe will wear well.
I've been remembering a summer day.
We were out on the boat, surrounded by fog. I remember such stillness. This is the part I'm not sure I remember directly, or if I just remember my parents telling the story. My dad was talking on the CB radio telling someone we were going home.
The story, as my dad tells it, was of someone on another boat wanting to know how we were going to make it happen. Dad used the fathometer (which measures the depth of water), the compass, nautical charts, and a call to one of the logging camps he could hear running in the distance. The call was to find out which camp it was so that he had a location to work from.
Thinking about how we decide where we are...and how we are going to get where we want to go.