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“There's a thread that binds all of us together, pull one end of the thread, the strain is felt all down the line”
~ Rosamund Marshall
On a misty spring morning in 1804, John James Audubon crouched beneath a sycamore in rural Pennsylvania, his eyes fixed on a flighty eastern phoebe. Its tail flicked as it darted from a low perch, snagging a beetle mid-flight. Audubon, then a young naturalist with a wild mop of hair and a sketchbook tucked under his arm, had an idea—something no one had tried.
With a thin thread of silk from his wife Lucy’s sewing kit, he gently captured the bird, tying a delicate silver band around its leg. “A marker,” he murmured, “to know you again.” Released, the phoebe fluttered off, its sharp “fee-bee” call ringing through the woods.
As the following spring came to life, Audubon spotted that same thread on a returning phoebe, he grinned—proof of its journey. That simple act, born of curiosity and patience, sparked a legacy of bird banding, forever tying Audubon's name to ornithology.
Waiting for the train at the famous Train Street in Hanoi, Vietnam.
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Spools of thread, cards with trim or bias tape and bits of lace totally remind me of my childhood. My mother always sewed all my clothes and I didn't wear a 'store bought' dress until I was old enough to have a part-time job and buy my own.
Mum was an excellent seamstress and could make the most complicated patterns. When I was in high school and all the other girls were beginning to dress like hippies I was the one kitted out in tweed suits sewn from Vogue patterns that made me look like Angela Lansbury from Murder She Wrote. I even had jackets with bound buttonholes. I betcha there is hardly anyone reading this who is familiar with a bound buttonhole but take it from me it's very complicated sewing.
Do you think I was happy wearing these designer clothes? Not even a bit....it was horrifying...it was humiliating.....it was persecution. :-D I wanted to be like all the other girls and wear cheap stuff off the rack. This caused no end of consternation in our household resulting in tears, harsh words, foot stomping and pouting but I still had to wear those remarkably well made clothes.
One of my greatest liberating triumphs came when my mother made my coat for school. It was a dressy knee length coat with a lovely weave in powder blue. It was an old lady coat. There wasn't a day that went by that this ungrateful daughter didn't complain about her embarrassing coat so finally my mother said she would dye it navy blue if it would make me happier about it. It seemed a compromise I could live with.
So Mum set about dying the coat and when she was done it had shrunk to the size of something only a five year old could wear.
I was overjoyed.
She was dismayed.
It was vindication.
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This finch had some very fine, almost hairlike feathers that promptly showed up. Such a beautiful little bird.
One last piece of vintage machinery from Thomas Edison's machine shop.
There are some great pieces of industrial history here, but the light can be a bit challenging for a photographer, due to the big windows. Guess I need to go back for a longer visit on a cloudy day in the winter...
"Spirituality is like a thin-thin thread, that if delicately followed guides us from darkness to light; from poverty to abundance and from destruction to safety."
— Bryant McGill
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This was taken in the flower garden at Pineland Farm in New Gloucester, Maine.
Thread-waisted wasp, (subfamily Sphecinae), any of a group of large, common, solitary (nonsocial) wasps in the family Sphecidae (order Hymenoptera) that are named for the stalklike anterior (front) end of the abdomen. Thread-waisted wasps are typically more than 2.5 cm (about 1 inch) long and are parasitic on insects and spiders. The host is often numbed by malaxation, a pinching or crushing of the neck by the wasp’s pincerlike jaws, and paralyzed by the wasp’s sting. The wasp places the host’s body in a mud cell and lays an egg on it. Upon hatching, the larva consumes the host.[Encyclopedia Britannica]
I have always wondered what was all that stuff on top of Scripps Pier. I was shocked to find out that there were toy boats up there!
Beautiful blooming Eastern Redbud trees at the Naval Academy Chapel in Annapolis, Maryland.
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This is "Kaga Temari". Japanese traditional handcraft.
Winding the chunk of cotton by a color thread until it forms a precise sphere.
just playing around editing. i'll hopefully be able to shoot some new stuff soon since the weather's been a bit more bearable