Yesterday was another opportunity to visit Rothbury and get up onto the hill. Setting off from opposite the bus station (no longer here) we walked up through the town (is Rothbury a town or a village?) and past the cottages. (Click for bigness on any of the photos.)
Once onto the climb up hill the micro climate in the trees was very warm and we passed between the bilberry bushes and new bracken. Near the foot of the hill the floor was carpeted with bluebells and forget me nots, higher up the heather took over and the deciduous trees were replaced by pines. Once half way up the views begin to open out of Rothbury below and I am struck by how fresh and green it looks now compared to our last visit only a week or two before but when winter still had Northumberland in it’s grip. Even then we had left Wallsend in spring and arrived at Simonside still looking like winter had a hold. Yesterday however, spring was definitely on the hill as well as in the valley.
Fascinated with the idea of a poor man’s paper DD2 takes a closer look at a silver birch and begins to relax and enjoy the sunshine. It always takes a while to get her head out of the city and into the walk and she wasn’t feeling 100%. School takes it’s toll and it’s half term so we both benefit from a little quiet time to recuperate and recharge the batteries.
But it is soon possible to relax.
One of the reasons for this return to blogging is as a response to a Ravelry discussion about blogs. In a nut shell I suppose the discussion is about authenticity. Should we stage our photographs and create an idealised image to display our crafts at their best? Is this bucolic idle in response to marketing norms which we either consciously of unconsciously internalise and replicate? Do the blogs we follow and continue to read for years reflect a desire for an unrealistic perfect life? Or have we begun to turn away from an impossible to achieve creation because it does not inspire but instead leaves us feeling unworthy and our crafts less than that of others?
Should I show you my newest project set in a ‘Rowan’esque location and moodily lit?
Or would you rather see it as it really is? The criticism of Rowan’s style is that it fails to show the details of the garment. You cannot see from this photo that I adapted the original design and didn’t use short row shaping on the cuffs or bottom ribbing. I do like all the posed and perfect shots of beautifully lit craft work but I know that those bloggers who only use pictures like this are not showing me all of their crafting. Shall I show you the new project amongst the chaos of my daily living space? Or shall I artfully arrange a vase of perfect blooms as I frame the shot to exclude the unwashed lunch dishes? This jumper makes me very happy🙂 I like the fit and the fabric and the colour and in fact everything about it. My guilty confession is that I only realised as I got home last night that I had forgotten to sew in my ends! No, you can’t see that on any of the pictures, but if you could what decision would I make about revealing my real self to you instead of my generated image of competent craft person? Is the marketing shot too trite, too bland, too contrived? Do you want to know more about the maker? In this false intimacy we have created between us do I want to share what I had for lunch, my struggle to keep my weight down, the imperfections of my reality?
Here are some more photos of our walk and of my new jumper🙂 These are also staged in as much as I asked DH to take them to show off the jumper and that I chose to do that out on Rothbury moor and not in my back yard. Was I trying to impress you? Did I want you to think my jumper was better than it is? Did I not trust you to see it’s value in and of itself?
And that really is enough photographs of one jumper! The other pleasing photo of the day knittingwise has no aesthetic merit but is my first pleasing action shot of the Wurm hat and handspun gloves.
A well over exposed picture as the light was going at 8.30pm. In the interests of full disclosure I might tell you what was crossing my mind at this point, erm, well, it involved finding somewhere to spend a penny before we fully re-entered the houses and left the trees behind. Nothing to do with knitting!🙂
The rest of our day after the photographs of the jumper, under the trees, went like this:
Off the hill and through the ginals.
Finally off to the chip shop before we drive home.
What we saw on the way home is another story!