
Here is another shot from my Reality So Subtle pinhole camera from that Sunset on Klipsan Beach.
Exposure time was 3 seconds and I used Ektar film. Exposure time was 6 seconds.
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Here is another shot from my Reality So Subtle pinhole camera from that Sunset on Klipsan Beach.
Exposure time was 3 seconds and I used Ektar film. Exposure time was 6 seconds.

Inspired by my IG buddy, Heather, I decided to start on a Year In Temperatures scarf sometime around mid May. I have been knitting a row for each day of the year, the color of the row determined by the temperature of that day. I have assigned a color for each range of 5 degrees, starting with cooler colors in the zero to teens, up to reds, oranges, and warmer colors in the higher end of the scale.
Today I reached a dilemma. I recorded yesterday’s temperature and realized I had not chosen a color for the temperature it was yesterday. I guess when I was picking colors I thought, “oh it doesn’t get that hot here.” Guess what! it got that hot here! It was 104 degrees yesterday. Today it was predicted to be 107, though according to my Apple Watch, it hasn’t hit 100 yet today.
I needed a color for 101 – 105 and a color for 106 – 110 (Good lord. Baby Jeebus help us if it ever gets up to 110 here). So, any excuse to buy yarn, even on a 7th ring of hell hot day like today, I bought a rusty brown for 101 – 105, and a warm brown for 106 – 110. I figure if it gets above 105 everything will be dead and brown, so.
Here is what I have so far for each month.

This week, WordPress’s Daily Post blog asks us to consider Identity. I find this subject fascinating and I think about it quite often. The idea of “Self” comes up a lot as I delve deeper into the study of Buddhism.
I am coming to the conclusion that identity is something that is not real. Identity changes, depending on who you are with, what your surroundings are, etc. Identity is a construct that we invent to help us make our way in the world. We put ourselves in boxes, we define ourselves for others, because that is what society tells us to do.
*Totally coming up dry as far as blog post ideas go, so I looked at my drafts folder. Here is something I wrote and left unfinished in April of 2016. It’s kind of weird to read it now. I think I still kind of agree with it. Maybe I’ll revisit this later this week.
I have a new postcard swap up on Elfster ready for you to sign up! You can do so by following this link. Tell your friends! The more the merrier! And it’s pretty low key. Just send out one postcard a month, and receive on in return. Who doesn’t love fun mail?
A couple of months ago I received this beautiful print and zine from a new Twitter buddy, Paul Romaniuk, whom I met via the postcard swap. He goes by @studiocentrale on Twitter . Check out his awesome work at studiocentrale.com. The zine was inspiring as I would love to make a zine sometime in the near future.

We are exchanging postcard sized prints of our original photography that you either print traditionally in a darkroom, or that you print on an inkjet printer. Film and Digital photography both welcome!

Saturday morning I get an email from my husband: “Cape lookout has campsites available for Sunday. We can get a regular campsite or we can get a yurt. They have one yurt available.” Me: “Let’s take the yurt!”
It’s been years since we’ve been to Cape Lookout on the Oregon Coast. In fact, the last time we’d camped here was when we lived in Spokane, about 8 years ago. When we were here last I remember thinking it was one of the most beautiful places I’d ever been.
I have to say, it was just as pretty as I’d remembered. And this was the first time I’d ever stayed in a yurt. It was surprisingly awesome! I kind of didn’t even feel like I was camping. There was even electricity! The crazy thing is that I didn’t bother brining a plug to charge my phone because, why would I do that if I am going camping? where am I going to plug my phone in? But our yurt had an electrical outlet. So. My phone was dead for a day with a perfectly good outlet sitting there mocking me. Oh well. It was nice to be unplugged for a bit.
Here are some photos.