– Seng Ts’an
The famous “THE ASHLEY BOOK OF KNOTS” is now in the public domain, and has become available for >>download<< in a number of formats over at the Internet Archive.
As kids, being wharf rats on Martha’s Vineyard Island who were always around boats, my younger brother and I were huge fans, readers, and users of “The Ashley”. Clear, concise, and incredibly comprehensive, as well as entertaining, this is, simply put, THE book. We poured over it for hours, and I know that old copy still has a treasured place on my brother’s bookshelf.
While you can get it as a DL now, I would urge you to get the hardcopy as well. This is a book to pass down the generations to turn kids on to how cool knots and ropework can be.
First time they make their own Turks Head sailor’s bracelet on a rainy day they will be hooked.
Do not sweep the fallen leaves,
For they are pleasant to hear on clear nights
In the wind, they rustle, as if sighing;
In the moonlight, their shadows flutter.
They knock on the window to wake a traveler;
Covering stairs, they hide moss.
Sad, the sight of them getting wet in the rain;
Let them wither away deep in the mountains.
– Kim Shi Sup (1435-1493)
[I have no idea if this is a dupe post… it was lurking in my drafts folder, so, you get it for better or worse. Happy Fall!]
My friend Steve insists that he has not been holding out on me but….
Steve’s Island, owned and managed by the Maine Department of Agriculture, Conservation, and Forestry. Part of the cluster of islets between Stonington and Isle Au Haut.
Now… THAT’s the “way life is supposed to be”!
Bet I could find a pair of trees to hang my hammock on that lil’ baby… might never leave.
I came upon this over on one of the blogs I follow on the Tumblr. Bushcrafters gone wild!
It pretty much epitomizes everything I’m not likely to do when I go out camping.
Talk about “Leave No Trace”~~ Two dozen+ live trees cut for unnecessary [and U.G.L.Y., and disfunctional, and inefficient] shelter, and a hacked up stump. I just hope this was their own property. If it was public use land, or a state park, I’d be pretty upset finding this on my trip down the trail. However, from the amount of gear, I’m guessing they didn’t walk in very far.
In Western culture alone, they carry “a vast network of associations including such distinct and even contradictory significances as childhood, crop, doom, elves, fear, habitat change, idyll, love, luck, mortality, prostitution, solstice, stars and fleetingness of words and cognition,” wrote Stefan Ineichen, a firefly researcher in Switzerland, in a 2016 paper published in Advances in Zoology and Botany.
Short documentary Brilliant Darkness: Hotaru in the Night
“Quechua speakers in the Andes call fireflies añañahui, or “ghost eyes.”…
I just call them a beautiful wonder in the night…