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Amazing Knitting Machine
A friend sent me the link to this blog... This is a pretty amazing knitting machine. It is an interactive sock project, where the knitting occurs when people blow through a straw.
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The North Wind Doth Blow
Late November and winter has really set in. We've had a couple of hard winters in a row and it's starting to look as if this one will go the same way - whatever happened to global warming? The wind turned to the north this week and it got very cold but that's the nice thing about pike fishing really. While most people in this country abhor the cold and stay tucked up in their cosy houses the average piker loves it and can't wait to get out. Wind, rain, snow, we take them all in our stride and concentrate on the matter in hand - catching snappers!
So it was with me this week, I had a few days to spare and set out in the boat. Denis was with me for a couple of days and then i had some time on my own. It was slow, very slow. I was still smarting from the loss of the very big pike from last week and wanted very much to make amends so we fished hard but little came our way. Indeed Denis didn't have a single run in the two days he was with me while I picked up just a couple of fish, the biggest being around the fifteen pound mark. I don't bother weighing many of my pike these days and I photograph even fewer. It's kinder to the fish to get them back into the water as quickly as possible and after all, how many photographs of mid-double figure pike do you want? My estimates as to the weight of fish are usually pretty good these days, though I tend to under-estimate a little but I don't really care if a pike weighs 15lb 2oz or 15lb 8oz. If it looked like it might go 18lbs plus I would weigh it though.
I'd had some trouble with the trailerboard whilst towing. I took a bend rather tight and since the cable was tied up tightly (to prevent it from dragging along the ground) the turn caused the plug to pop out whereupon it dragged along the ground and got nipped off by one of the wheels. I had to repair this so it meant an hour's drive back to civilisation to find a parts supplier where I could buy a new plug and then a drive back. It was dark by the time I got back but I'd managed to find a chip shop in a small village along the way so Denis and I enjoyed a fish and chip supper under the stars.
I repaired the plug the next night after Denis had gone home and bedded down early in order to get a dawn start on day three. Next morning it was rough and cold with a stiff northerly blowing. I set out into the wind intending to find shelter on the leeward bank but it meant a long slow bumpy ride against the waves. It was worth it when I got there, there was enough shelter to fish and anchor comfortably and I knew it was an area that could produce fish.
Results were quick in coming, indeed I had a float legered mackerel tail picked up on the first cast within five minutes and immediately on pulling into the fish I could tell it was a big one. After a slow, dogged fight I slid the net under a nice big pike which went 24lbs 14oz on the scales - very satisfying. I took a couple of pictures and put her back just as a second rod was away. The other half of the mackerel was on this one but the pike was substantially smaller at around fourteen pounds.
I took just two more pike during my trip, a jack and a scabby nine pounder so all in all it was a slow trip. I'm only averaging around one run a day at the moment, hopefully that will improve as the winter progresses and the fish really get on the feed. That's thirteen doubles including two twenties since the start of October, the season's shaping up. As I write I've just had a text from an old friend to tell me he's just caught his first thirty pounder. It's a good time for some, North wind or not!
The Drew Challenge
So, my sister challenged me to recreate her favorite Drew Barrymore look, so I took it. :D Do you remember Drew's flapper look back at the Grey Garden's Premiere? She looks stunning!
Well, I took my sister's challenge, and here is my result. :) My hair is not as long as Drew's so I did the shorter version. I hope you like it! :D
Well, I took my sister's challenge, and here is my result. :) My hair is not as long as Drew's so I did the shorter version. I hope you like it! :D
1920's!
One of my FAVORITE era's is the 1920's. Everything was so glamorous in that time. Women were always dressed up whether on the town or at home. The men were also well groomed. From their pin suits to their Fedora's. The hair and makeup was always so flawless, and every hair was kept just in place. That is why I loved it when my sister gave me the "Drew Flapper Look" challenge. The pin curls are my favorite. It's an instant flashback, and always a great way to instantly glamorize any outfit. (P.S. It's also the perfect way to turn a bad hair day into a great hair day.) :)
Quilts and Family Heritage
I'm in Canada now, visiting my parents and family. Before I left, my mom called and asked me to take a photo of a quilt my grandmother had made to give me for my wedding, many years ago.
The quilt is a Dresden quilt pattern, and many of the fabrics used were from my childhood clothing. Apparently, my grandmother Koehler cut out two sets of everything, and my mom just found the second set. So now, she (mom) wants to look at how grandma put everything together.
These family treasures will stay with us forever.
Ailera Stone
Photos by photographer Ailera Stone
Ailera uses a canon powershot A710, Canon EOS 400d, Canon EOS 40d and 50mm f/1.4 lens.
Three Bad Blanks
Three bad blanks, does that make sense? After all, if we call a blank "bad", it suggests that there may be "good" blanks too but surely all blanks are bad. Well let's just say that some blanks are badder than others - and these three were BAD!
I don't blank often, indeed I've gone whole seasons without blanking at all but this year I've had a few. What makes these three so bad? Let's take a look.
Day one was a coaching day. Mark, a local guy, quite a successful lure angler, was struggling to catch pike on baits and so I took him out to try and help him. We fished two lakes, both quite close together, with a selection of deadbaits. We fished long and we fished short. There wasn't enough wind to try wind-assisted methods so we were stuck with static fishing. It was cold, very cold and if the fish weren't feeling it then I certainly was. When it's like that you can only keep on the move, casting frequently and changing swims when you can. I talked to him about "pinch points", checked over his tackle (which was good) and emphasised the need to keep on the move. The day ended fishless for us both and while he told me he had learned a lot I was disappointed we couldn't get a fish for him.
I'm enjoying the coaching a great deal and I know things aren't always going to go according to plan but this has been a bit of a knock. Thankfully Mark had his head screwed on and saw the day for what it was meant to be. So many people, it seems, confuse "coaching" with "guiding" which is not the same thing at all.
Blank number two was just horrible. Cold, wet and windy the weather was really against me from the off but that wasn't really the worst of it. I can't remember such a dark day anywhere. It never got light all day, it was just like a very long morning twilight followed by a very long evening twilight. I ended the day cold, miserable and soaked to the skin and was glad to get into my pit at the end of it. In between I fished as hard as I could on a water I knew well. I fished all the usual holding spots, including some at which I'd caught just recently but I never had so much as a twitch.
The worst thing about a day like this is that there's nothing positive to get from it. I couldn't tell you why I blanked, nor could I say what I could have done differently, it was a completely wasted day. I don't believe I learned anything and if I was to go back to the same place tomorrow I don't know what I would do to stop it happening again. Just one day closer to the grave that one I'm afraid!
Day three was different again. It was still a blank, though in vastly different conditions but there was one event that made this a blank among blanks. The sun shone, the wind and rain stayed away but unfortunately so did the pike. I was in my boat and I moved frequently, scouring the bed with my fishfinder seeking out the pike or failing that, their prey. I found plenty of prey fish but no pike and as the day wore on, swim after swim was getting crossed off my list.
Then, early afternoon I saw one of my floats dip slightly. I picked up the rod and it dipped again, then once more. The pike in this water tend to run with the bait so a finicky take like this one is almost always a very small pike, or maybe a trout. I waited a little while for the run to develop but it never did. At no time was the float pulled entirely under the surface, it just stayed rooted to the spot bobbing slightly. Convinced that this was a very small fish I wound down and struck. I knew at once that I had been wrong and that this fish wasn't small at all. The fight was unspectacular but dogged with line gained steadily but slowly. Once or twice the pike took a few yards of line from the tight clutch only for me to regain it inch by inch. After a few minutes the fish came into view. "That's a twenty pounder!" I thought. A few yards closer and I could see that this was a very good twenty and started to get quite excited.
Soon the fish lay on the surface in front of me, motionless and looking beaten. By this point I was aware that I was connected to something special. I've seen enough thirty pound pike in my time to know what one looks like and I was in no doubt that this was another, inches away from me. All I had to do now was get her into the net. I could see that she was hooked on the upper treble of the two and that the other treble on the trace was hanging outside her mouth.
I dipped the landing net into the water and still she remained unmoving so I started to apply sidestrain to draw her over the net. At this she woke up in spectacular fashion and took to the air, head shaking and gills flared. She landed with a crash, her head and the front half of her body inside the landing net and at once I thought she was mine but no...
...the loose treble snagged the net and with a shake of her head she tore herself free and was gone.
I'm gutted.
I don't blank often, indeed I've gone whole seasons without blanking at all but this year I've had a few. What makes these three so bad? Let's take a look.
Day one was a coaching day. Mark, a local guy, quite a successful lure angler, was struggling to catch pike on baits and so I took him out to try and help him. We fished two lakes, both quite close together, with a selection of deadbaits. We fished long and we fished short. There wasn't enough wind to try wind-assisted methods so we were stuck with static fishing. It was cold, very cold and if the fish weren't feeling it then I certainly was. When it's like that you can only keep on the move, casting frequently and changing swims when you can. I talked to him about "pinch points", checked over his tackle (which was good) and emphasised the need to keep on the move. The day ended fishless for us both and while he told me he had learned a lot I was disappointed we couldn't get a fish for him.
I'm enjoying the coaching a great deal and I know things aren't always going to go according to plan but this has been a bit of a knock. Thankfully Mark had his head screwed on and saw the day for what it was meant to be. So many people, it seems, confuse "coaching" with "guiding" which is not the same thing at all.
Blank number two was just horrible. Cold, wet and windy the weather was really against me from the off but that wasn't really the worst of it. I can't remember such a dark day anywhere. It never got light all day, it was just like a very long morning twilight followed by a very long evening twilight. I ended the day cold, miserable and soaked to the skin and was glad to get into my pit at the end of it. In between I fished as hard as I could on a water I knew well. I fished all the usual holding spots, including some at which I'd caught just recently but I never had so much as a twitch.
The worst thing about a day like this is that there's nothing positive to get from it. I couldn't tell you why I blanked, nor could I say what I could have done differently, it was a completely wasted day. I don't believe I learned anything and if I was to go back to the same place tomorrow I don't know what I would do to stop it happening again. Just one day closer to the grave that one I'm afraid!
Day three was different again. It was still a blank, though in vastly different conditions but there was one event that made this a blank among blanks. The sun shone, the wind and rain stayed away but unfortunately so did the pike. I was in my boat and I moved frequently, scouring the bed with my fishfinder seeking out the pike or failing that, their prey. I found plenty of prey fish but no pike and as the day wore on, swim after swim was getting crossed off my list.
Then, early afternoon I saw one of my floats dip slightly. I picked up the rod and it dipped again, then once more. The pike in this water tend to run with the bait so a finicky take like this one is almost always a very small pike, or maybe a trout. I waited a little while for the run to develop but it never did. At no time was the float pulled entirely under the surface, it just stayed rooted to the spot bobbing slightly. Convinced that this was a very small fish I wound down and struck. I knew at once that I had been wrong and that this fish wasn't small at all. The fight was unspectacular but dogged with line gained steadily but slowly. Once or twice the pike took a few yards of line from the tight clutch only for me to regain it inch by inch. After a few minutes the fish came into view. "That's a twenty pounder!" I thought. A few yards closer and I could see that this was a very good twenty and started to get quite excited.
Soon the fish lay on the surface in front of me, motionless and looking beaten. By this point I was aware that I was connected to something special. I've seen enough thirty pound pike in my time to know what one looks like and I was in no doubt that this was another, inches away from me. All I had to do now was get her into the net. I could see that she was hooked on the upper treble of the two and that the other treble on the trace was hanging outside her mouth.
I dipped the landing net into the water and still she remained unmoving so I started to apply sidestrain to draw her over the net. At this she woke up in spectacular fashion and took to the air, head shaking and gills flared. She landed with a crash, her head and the front half of her body inside the landing net and at once I thought she was mine but no...
...the loose treble snagged the net and with a shake of her head she tore herself free and was gone.
I'm gutted.
THE FUTURE IS NOW.
The time has come! 19 boxes of records have been successfully weaned off their mothers, individually branded with their own unique numeric identities, and pumped full of the powerful spirits of a dozen or so rabbits. They're now looking for good new homes - maybe you would like to take one in? Pump up the jams!If you're in Toronto, you can already find our album at Soundscapes and Rotate! If you don't have a record player or use for such a large, gorgeous piece of packaging, the album will also be available on Itunes, Amazon, etc on the 19th. If you don't live in Toronto, don't like digital downloads, and love receiving mail - you can buy a travelling copy here.
For those of you who might stop by our release show on Friday at The Garrison (party time!) the first 70 copies of the record will include a screen printed poster as seen above - each one a little bit different as far as their bright colours are concerned. And should you want a rabbit's foot to keep yourself in good luck for the rest of your days, well we might have a few of those too.
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About Me
Hi!
My name is Teresa, and I'm an aspiring makeup/hair stylist. I'm not sure how to write a blog or where to begin, or if there is a certain way, so I'll just start, and hope for the best. :) I am a dreamer and a believer. I think that you can be whatever you dream to be. You just have to keep dreaming and keep believing, and follow thru. It's not always easly, and I am a prime example. As of this moment, I am striving to achieve the dream of being an artist. Being an artist is one of the hardest things to keep believing in because it's youre soul you are baring, and it's out there for everyone to judge even yourself. And you are the hardest critic of them all. Sometimes it's hard to keep going when you feel as if nothing is happening, and things seem stagnant, and you're running in circles just trying to survive, and you just feel like giving up. These are the days when you have to grab on to whatever inspires you, and hold on tight. You can have many inspirations. My sister Jane and my son Brogan our my two main inspirations. I keep going because of them. There are so many things I could say about the both of them, but there are no words that can describe. I love them more than life itself, and I would do anything for them. Thank you Sis for everything you've done. And I promise we will make it happen! :D
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I recently moved from Texas to Seattle to chase these dreams.
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Fireworks!
November. The season's well under way now and it's been a busy time for me. The first day of the month saw me at Llyn Brenig with Luke Kelbrick, son of Dave. Brenig was tough, as it usually is, with fish showing but refusing to take. We had several follows, a few bumps and at least four fish lost on our lures. We each ended the day with a single double figure pike, a ten pounder to Luke and a fourteen to me. If Brenig pike are a little small and hard to catch, they make up for it in their appearance. I doubt you'll see prettier pike anywhere.
I didn't hear of any twenty pounders being caught, the biggest being seventeen so it looks like Brenig has continued it's slide into obscurity. Will I fish there next year? We'll see.
A trip to the syndicate lake resulted in a blank. I used an inflatable boat to deposit deadbaits all over the place and sat waiting for a run all day but none came. This is a tough venue but there are massive shoals of roach so i really believe there's a big pike in there somewhere - a change of tactic next time I think. I shared the lake with a solitary carp angler and we both agreed that the lake looked fantastic in its autumn colours. I wonder if the pike do!
I had a great day coaching for a local club. Since gaining my angling coaching qualifications it's given me a new lease of life and I find coaching just as satisfying as fishing itself. Around thirty members turned up at the venue and I ushered each to his chosen discipline where, hopefully, he would learn a thing or two about pike fishing. As usual it fell to me to give the instruction on lure fishing and I thoroughly enjoyed it. The feedback from the participants was fantastic and I felt we'd done a really good job for them, for the club and for pike fishing.
Here's to the next one.
More than anything I want to catch a big river pike this season but like every year the elements are conspiring against me. I had arranged with a friend that we would have a couple of days on the Wye, a river I've never fished, and I've looked forward to it for a while now. As you might expect, the day before we were due to go it bucketed down, especially in Wales. That meant the river would be on the rise and probably not worth the long drive so we cancelled. Instead I took the boat out to a familiar place and had a few fish.
It was to be a two-day trip and as I arrived on the morning of the first day I could see it was going to be a bumpy ride. There was a strong north-easterly blowing and with it was a shower or two - some of them pretty heavy. It was something of a "shake down" trip for me, the first time I'd had the boat out on a big lake for many months and I was slow at getting myself organised. The worst mistake was that after getting out to the spot I wanted, sounding the depth, noting the shoals of fish on the sounder, picking a spot and then spending a good fifteen minutes setting the anchors solidly to make sure I wouldn't get blown off the mark, I turned to set up my rods and realised I'd left them in the car! I had a good laugh at myself for doing that.
I was limited in the spots I could fish effectively due to the wind but I finished the day with three fish, an eight pounder, a thirteen and a seventeen. Not too bad you might think but all of the fish were in poor condition. The smallest had a busted gill raker, the thirteen had an ugly ulcer on its flank and the biggest was blind in one eye. All three were painfully thin and it had me doubting whether I should be there at all.
I slept in the car and next day I had the baits in the water at first light. The wind was a north-westerly now and it was cold but the sun was bright and hot, a day of contrasts. I moved a few times and picked up a solitary fish in each swim. Three of them were small, indeed I'm sure one was the same eight pounder I'd had the day before, but the last fish made the trip worthwhile. At 21lbs 10oz it had taken a small smelt and was in pristine condition.
Here's to the next trip.
Photographer: Marianne Taylor
I usually don't really do wedding posts but I thought these pics were too pretty not to share:
These photos are from a photographer named Marianne Taylor, she took pictures for a french fashion blogger named Eleonore who is from Paris and celebrated her wedding in her grandparents forrest.
"We’ve been working in the forest for 9 month to make it nice, we bought tents and built a candyfloss shed and the dancefloor (with a star in the middle), I went every weeks to emmaüs (french charity store) to buy 65 chairs for the dinner and nice vintage dishes, people lent us the tables and my grand mother gave me white sheets and flowers to decorate it. The dress code for the guests was : dots and stripes and many of them followed it. Our guests slept in tents with us after dancing around a camp fire and it’s been a wonderful day and night. I imagined everything with the caterer, the designer for my dress and the taylor for my husband’s suit. We did all the decoration by ourselves and took inspiration on once wed and other decoration blogs. Here is also our wedding website and here our invitations made by one of our witnesses."
Credits:
Photography: Marianne Taylor
Catering: Marie Chemorin
Film: Baptiste Firroloni
Planning: Virginie & Anne and Eleonore
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