Tufted Duck


Tufted Duck

Good news all around here. We dodged the bullet of last night’s storms. We lost power briefly and I had to clean-up many small branches in the yard, but there was no damage. Unlike all the reports of storm damage on Facebook and the news. Round two is tonight, so keep your fingers crossed.

Today was Anne’s last day of school. She didn’t have to teach today. Today was sort of a play day at school. It was the annual field day and it didn’t rain! She delivered not one, but two new baby quilts to new and prospective mothers. I’ll post pictures of them soon.

Also, Dan got word today that Glow Forge has begun shipping the laser cutter that he had ordered from them. It has only been about a year and a half. You could tell that he was excited about it.

Finally, I got notice that today is this blog’s anniversary. I have been posting to it daily for nine years now. Who would have thought that I would persist?

Addendum: Dave has set his thesis defense date for June 15th!

When the Lions Drink


Lion’s Head Mooring Rings

When the lions drink, London will sink
When it’s up to their manes, we’ll go down the drains
When the water is sucked, you can be sure we’re all… [in trouble]

Lining the quay along the River Thames, at regular intervals, in central London are these bronzed lion mooring rings. Originally installed as part of a Victorian sewer project, the legend has since grown that they also act as a flood warning system. Superstitious Londoners have come to believe that the lions keep watch on the Thames. The preceding rhyme describes how to interpret their flooding forecast. Thankfully, the lion’s accuracy has not had to be tested, yet. 

Ripples in Time


Greenwich Paving Stones

I like the way that these stones were laid. Their concentric-intersecting pattern reminds me of ripples on a pond after successive pebbles were thrown into the water, where newer ripples erase older ones as they all continue to arc outwards from their different origins. I can imagine some child, standing on the bank and hurling rocks that send water striders skittering from one tsunami to the next. An imaginary scene that is frozen in time, but captured by these stone’s layout.

Some might call these cobble stones, but Harry, my Father-in-Law would be quick to correct their error. These are cut stones. Their rectangular shape shows that they have been worked. A cobblestone is a rounded unworked stone, such as one plucked out of a stream bed. ‘Paving stone’ ambiguously covers both.

These stones cover a courtyard at the Greenwich observatory, where a metal bar is inlaid that signifies the Prime meridian. I was standing on that bar when I took this picture, so you can think of these ripples of stone as emanating out from it. Looking at this pattern, within that context, the phrase, a ripple in time, comes to mind.  I wonder it that was the artisan’s intent?