Thursday, February 16, 2017

TSII #456: The Corona

I have been greatly inspired by NaMoPaiMo.  Yet I didn't want to paint a horse.  Instead I needed to make progress on a bogged-down saddle order.  It seemed unrealistic to finish out an entire Silver Parade Saddle in one month -- recent ones have taken me 15 months and 7 months, and this one's less than halfway at 5 months -- so I set my sights on just the Corona saddle blanket.  The blanket is a part that I normally do at the end, when I am (normally) exhausted.  Every little part counts...!  though I cringed a bit, recognizing blankets are easy and tack is not horse-painting.  That's part of the reason this post has been slow to appear.

In a burst of bravery, I invented the name LoMoTackMo:  Local Model Tackmaking Month.  In truth every month around here is Tackmaking Month.  But I so wanted to be doing SOMETHING along with all of you painters...
 Shown above is my Corona blanket project on the 8th of February.  This picture and the next 5 are of special importance to me.  Believe it or not ( -- Drum Roll - !!!!!!!!!) these are the Very First pictures I've taken with my cell phone!!!!!!!! 
It explains the lousy focus...  they had to be PhotoShopped later...
 Yea, credit NaMoPaiMo if you're going to credit anything... 
They, plus the two below, were taken at Rachel Mitchell Pierce's house, north of Tucson (Trails End Studio).  All praise to a wonderful hostess who made me feel right at home.  I have been fortunate indeed to visit model horse people in Arizona, and this year it was Rachel's turn.  This was definitely the model high point of my week in the SouthWest!
Here is Rachel:
And Chris Armstrong who managed to come out for a few hours.  Thanks, Chris.
You will spot a pile of horse blankets I was showing off (don't be surprised!!), my Copperfox Marble mare wearing a new one, and, somewhat out of focus with Rachel, a slew of CollectAs with their old 1960s foal blankets.  Yes, the CollectAs travel easy, but, en masse, they are heavier than the Breyers.
A fantastic time was had by all.

The night before the Rachel visit, I had invented a needle threader for my punch needle.  Previous to this, I accomplished every change of color while making a Corona blanket by unscrewing the plastic barrel and hand-threading the metal shank, then re-assembling the entire tool.  Crazy!!??   I have made 5 corona blankets like that!!  Anyway... swallowing hard at my stubbornness... I asked Dad for some fine wire, and with a little fiddling and some 30-gauge, I came up with this.
 My new needle-threader is 4 inches of 30-ga. galv. steel wire.  Note the tiny curve in the very tip of the hook: it makes it easier to squeeze the hook into the needle's barrel.  Slide the threader's butt end gently down the barrel, hook the thread, squeeze to insert, and pull the threader out from the handle end with pliers (with fingers bends it).  The punch needle is threaded.  After that, you have to hand-thread the tip again, for a punch needle also has a hole in its outer wall (below).  But this step is easily done with fingers.  It's even easier sitting at home under a magnifier - yes I was mad enough to try it on the airplane flight home!   It worked, but of course was frustratingly slow there.
With this almost magical equipment, I soldiered on with my Corona blanket.  I usually worked early in the morning while in Tucson.  A week isn't quite long enough to completely adapt to the two hour time zone shift.  My body was still on PA time.

This shot, taken after I got back home (Feb 10), shows the beginnings of some problems.  The fabric I'm using, two-sided fleece, is very stretchy.  As small as my hoop is (gotten at Jo Ann Fabs, the smallest hoop I've ever found), its 2  1/2 inches still provide a wide opportunity to stretch out the fleece.  That very stretching makes dense, overly-tight stitching all the more possible.  Thus my Corona tends to hump up and curl when released from tension.  My desire to double-punch, as instructed by the artist who taught me (thanks Melody!), is creating great bulk.  See the wrinkle starting at the withers?
Another problem was that I went right past the edge of my saddle's base plate (bottom skirt), breaking my own rules about test-fitting all the parts and pieces of a saddle.  (Arrow points to white loops.)
Whoops!!  Now what!!  I'd have to TAKE OUT some of the punching... I'd never done this before...  Sigh.  So much of tackmaking is undoing your own work.  I've often been glad no one could know how great a percentage of my own tack work was wasted like this.  Call it learning.  Taking out the punching turned out to be easy and fairly quick.  I cut some loops and then picked up my Needle Awl.  Between the pliers and the Awl, everything came out.
 It left a series of tiny depressions, like miniature sinkholes.  Below, I'm redrawing my outlines, breaking yet another rule of mine, one about not using pen on blankets.  I couldn't find a pencil that would work on the fleece.
Above, I am about to rework the offside corner.  It looks like the near.  This is a bit confusing, but it's because a Corona is essentially worked upside-down.
Here is our cover picture, taken a few days earlier, of the upper side.  There will be several steps still to go after the punching (looping) is all done.
 Here the corner is turned, now smaller and better fitted to the saddle.  Using Fray-Chek has caused the pen ink to bleed purple  : (  but fortunately it doesn't show on the other side.
 The desire to make the smallest tightest stripes (bands) on this blanket has taken over.  I've never made bands this tiny!!  I'm also noticing they don't quite match the near side....  sigh....  I have a name for this peculiar failing of miniaturists:  "The Enlargement of Intensity."  When I really focus on making something small, sometimes it makes it larger.
(Feb 15) Here is where my heart breaks.  I discover that I've done the near front corner too short, both in height and in distance from rear.  Arrgghh!!
Couldn't I see it wasn't fitting, wasn't symmetric??  What's with me?!!  This is beyond painful.  It's one thing to take out a few bands... but this time, I find myself having to take out 10 bands.

In the midst of my sorrows, I've invented another new trick: shaving off the fleece in just the track I will be stitching.  It makes it much easier to see the weave of the fleece, and it prevents the fleece from gumming up the stitching quite so much.  After 37 years of making tack, I can still invent new tricks!!!!
And here we will stop this post.  You'll have to take the finishing of my Corona on trust.  The loops will be cut, fleece edges folded over and sewn down (that hides the mess and protects the horse), and everything trimmed and frizzed to form the typical padded roll of the Corona parade blanket.

It appears I can make progress on other parts of the saddle this month, so thanks to Jennifer all over again. I've had a grand time sharing all this.  I hope it might be useful to future tackmakers.


Saturday, January 14, 2017

FL Birds from the Canoe

 The number of bird pictures I took during our recent Christmas vacation in FL was amazing:  More than ever before.  The convenience of our little canoe camera, a Canon Powershot SH610 HS, is surely to blame.  Some trips we feel like taking pictures; some we don't.  This time we did but even so only about half our runs were covered!  Sorting out the mass of pix (over 600) into 'which river when,' it dawned on me.  Birds were present every run.  What did you expect from birdwatchers and a model-horse-show-photographer?!  This post will loosely follow chronology.
I will add two cents about slackwater canoeing:  It's a sport for folk who like movies in slow motion; and a good run bears a strong resemblance to a grand old-fashioned amusement park ride.

We'll start with Haw Creek, northeast of Ocala.  This shot (above) is as I took it.  Most shots in this post were taken from our canoe, on the water; if not, it's noted.  The blue is a Little Blue Heron and to his left is an immature Yellow-Crowned Night Heron.
Birdwatchers + canoe + Powershot = PhotoShop!  Below is the best one of the Immature Yellow-Crowned, cropt and sharpened.  Haw Creek was about half covered with duckweed, and required faith to launch.  We did eventually find clear water.
Here's the Little Blue Heron, zoomed and sharpened:
Next was the St John's River.  Along with the Withlacoochee this is one of the longest rivers in Florida... by no means fully canoe-able!  One of our favorite St Johns tributaries is the Econlockhatchee (which I've blogged on earlier).  These Sandhill Canes were photo'd by George while walking on the floodplain of the St John's near the Econlockhatchee.
The Sandhill Crane is one of the most majestic birds in FL.  They are always easy to identify because of their call, a rolling grinding mutter that sounds like "grullyo, grullyo."  For you horse color fans:  the Spanish word 'grullo' comes from this bird.  The color of the horse was exactly the gray color of the cranes.
This shot is cropt and zoomed:

  Next, still on the St John's, we were out south of the Jolly Gator marina off Hwy 50, heading for Puzzle Lake.
At first just white dots, these eventually turned into birds.
 Looks like a couple of White Ibis.  For some reason we started calling the many Ibises "Ibitz" and this nickname stuck for the rest of the trip.
A fine Common Egret (Great Egret).  This shot has been cropt and straightened; I'm still working on getting my horizons level.
We generally park for lunch by letting the wind blow us against a shore somewhere.  Canoeists are very aware of wind, especially when their craft weighs only 57 pounds.  During lunch that day I spotted a familiar color pattern on a post.  It took about 5 tries to capture this Bald Eagle:
The Econlockhatchee is one of the few places where you can step right out onto the prairie.  With the sun behind us, we caught a rare double portrait.  : )
On one of our Econlockhatchee runs, we found a great many Ibitz. 
Note the steep banks of the Econ.  This river varies from feet-high banks to almost no bank, and back again.  It's amazing considering the cows.  Speaking of cows, I believe this is a Snowy Egret.
Where there are cows, there are usually Cattle Egrets.  Although we saw a lot of them I was unable to photograph more than a few.  I was also trying to capture the colors of the cows.  There was a black bay I enjoyed (on left).
 Since we were below their radar, we saw mostly just heads.
The variety of horns and body shapes leads me to state that, at least in this part of the St John's, the cows are Brahman crossbreds;  in other words, mutts.
This day was a long one and we were out until near sunset.  I got lucky and shot a fine Tricolor Heron in the downsun golden glow.
These used to be called Louisiana Herons.  He was fishing enthusiastically.  I have sharpened these 3 shots but no other processing.
When you're in a canoe all day, Nature is your only entertainment.  And for whatever reason, wherever we floated on this trip there was a great abundance of Tricolor Herons.
There were also gators, but I didn't get a single shot of one this time.

There is a 4-mile dirt road along a canal at the mouth of the Withlacoochee, where it reaches the Gulf.  The mighty With, we call that river.  These 2 pix were taken from a beach accessed by the road.
 Those long grey strips of rocks are oyster bars.  They indicate the presence of salt water.  The oyster shells are hard as steel and sharp as diamonds and they can cut our canoe like so many Japanese sashimi knives.  We have gone canoeing in oyster territory, but not this trip.
What should we see here but a couple of Oystercatchers (black and white with a red bill), along with some Willets.  Here's a Shopped closeup:

Every Florida canoe trip includes some new rivers we haven't tried before.  One such this trip was the Tomoka, off the east coast north of Daytona Beach.  The weather was cloudy but it didn't rain.  I have brightened up these Pileated Woodpecker shots.  Capturing these hard-to-shoot birds was a high point for me.
 In the first pic (above) there is a Tricolor Heron in the lower right.  I told you they were common...
Such a characteristic pose!  I cropt and zoomed and brightened on this last:
This shot shows the surroundings in which my Pileated shots were taken, and the distance we were from them.  The bird is barely visible on the right side of the central trunk, just below the hole.

On the same Withlacoochee canal dirt road, we saw a Black Crowned Night Heron in a huge juniper bush.  Here is where my sense of time gets kind of hazy and so does my focus!  At first the bird is all but unfind-able.  Look in the lower right quarter of this unretouched shot:
Here I'm cropping and zooming, but he's still hard to find.  Look in upper center:
Finally I Shopped the best one up close.  At that distance there's some graininess, but it's still identifiable as a Black-Crowned Night Heron.
For some reason, Night Herons of both flavors, Black-Crowned and Yellow-Crowned, were practically common on this trip.  Usually they are rather rare birds for us.  I have no explanation.

This Yellow-Crowned was visible on a short trail in the Savannah Wildlife drive.  Other birders pointed him out to me.  There was supposed to be a reflection in the waters below, but I missed it with the camera.
 A close up.  The Yellow Crown looks almost fuzzy --!
Our next destination was Kings Bay, part of Crystal River on the west coast.  I am positive it was 2017 by now.  There will probably be another blog on this run because that's when the only model- horse-in-the-canoe pix of the trip were taken.  But for now, enjoy this driveby of an Anhinga and two turtles.  I like turtles -- very useful for a Florida canoeist!
 Kings Bay gave us one of our best-ever encounters with a Yellow-Crowned Night  Heron.  (I told you they were common, along with the Tricolors!)  This shot is unprocessed except for lightening:
Without a doubt, this is my best shot of a Yellow-Crowned.  And about the closest I've ever been to one, too.

He did not seem to be afraid.  That's one thing about canoes and kayaks:  they're quiet and slow, and birds don't seem to be alarmed quite so much.


Near the end of our trip we found ourselves in Dunellon, the jumping-off point for Rainbow Springs and more stretches of the Withlacoochee.  The With here is residential.  Looking at people's waterfront property is some of my favorite paddling activity.  Here is a fine male Anhinga on a dock post.
 Not far from the municipal boat launch ramp in Dunellon I got two birds in one shot:
 A very nice Great Egret,
And an Immature Little Blue.  Yes, the young Little Blues are white.  The differences between them and other white herons lie in the colors of the bill and feet.
 All this and no Green Herons!  Nor Kingfishers; Osprey, Vultures, Glossy Ibis, Palm Warblers or any of the multitudes we saw but did not shoot.  Safe to say birdwatching is a sport one can pursue just about anywhere with just about any level of determination.

A last rara avis, which I can't resist putting in, is this magnificent Wooden Golden Eagle, spotted on someone's staircase deck in the backwaters of the With near Dunellon.
I hope you've enjoyed this tour of north-central Florida's birds seen from a canoe.