Yesterday reminded me of past posts from our bike trips—breakdowns and repairs.
Continue reading Foolish Mistake—Tim to the Rescue
Tim and I have returned to Block Island, RI for our annual trip with trikes. We didn’t ride a tandem to get here, but brought our two tricycles with wagons to the ferry at Point Judith, RI. Continue reading Block Island – June, 2018
This year we are only staying two weeks on Block Island. We’re hoping to spend our other two weeks of vacation time in Hawaii. Some retired people make personal rules for vacations:-) Continue reading Block Island: 2017
Last weekend Tim and I drove to the outskirts of Boston for my nephew’s wedding. We’re black on Block Island, but only for a little while. Sadly (or not) it’s time to leave for home.
Continue reading Leaving Block Island—Twice!
Art I find; the art of repair; art I work to create.
Continue reading Art
I was thinking the other day about the Fibonacci Sequence. I don’t remember why.
The Fibonacci Sequence is an infinite list of numbers. The first number, F1, is 1. F2 is 1. Then the nth number, Fn, is Fn-1 + Fn-2. For example, F3 = F2 + F1 = 2. Thus the first seven numbers are 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, and 13.
There are many articles describing how Nature loves this sequence. You can find Fibonacci numbers in the spirals of sunflower seeds or pine cones. You can also find writers who debunk the idea, accusing its proponents of collecting examples that bolster their case, and ignoring contrary data.
In any event, true or not, it is a poetic idea. I asked Suzy to find some Fibonacci in Nature. I used the sequence to determine the number of syllables in a line. I stopped at 13. It was fun, if you like to play around with words, and ideas, and puzzles. The challenge is to make the phrases fit the line, as much as possible. I invite you to give it a try. There are worse ways to spend a few hours. Post your results in the comments.
Continue reading Fibonacci Sequence
Yesterday evening, I worked on some closeups of Sheila’s iris.
This morning, after breakfast, Tim and I do a few errands.
Continue reading An iris portrait, a trip to the transfer station, and a bit of shopping.
Each summer, when we arrive on Block Island, I think that this blog, which died and was buried last summer, will rest in its grave, content with reminiscences of its past glory. But it has managed to claw its way through six feet of dirt, and stands again in the open air, eager to eat out my brain once again.
I promise not to confound your mind this summer with another steady stream of shakuhachi music. But I am currently obsessed with Ifu Sashi, and I cannot resist sharing it with you. The ususal warnings apply. You need to listen carefully, and whole-heartedly (earphones help), and more than once, or I can guarantee that you won’t get it.
I don’t know what “ifu” means, and the meaning of “sashi” is disputed. According to tradition, the piece comes from the ItchoKen Temple on the island of Kyushu.
Report from Suzy: The rain has stopped. The temperature is in the 70s, breezy and perfect for wandering around. Most years I start with a ten mile hike and wonder the next day how I could be so foolish (at least my muscles wonder). This year, since I haven’t ridden my tricycle even once since last year on Block Island, I have the inclination to just ride about—no destination— and see what happens. Continue reading Wandering about on my recumbent tricycle
We didn’t ride our tandem to get to Block Island. Instead we packed our van with two recumbent tricycles and trailers and cameras and tripods and Shakuhachi flutes and all sorts of things too heavy to carry on a bike trip.
Continue reading Return to Block Island