I’m really enjoying watching how individual swirls are turning out. This is a good one.
I wanted to try putting them together into one of the bigger squares to give myself something to look forward to as I continue making tiny squares. I need 224. I have70. It’s a slog. So I needed sustinance!
This is the square. I suppose I could individually block the swirls and get straighter interior seams, but I don’t want to. I think the curving seams with the swirling blocks are amazing. I can’t wait to see this all together.
Yesterday, I went to Red Boiling Springs before my aborted trip to Fort Blount.
In the town parks they have these gazebos were the springs used to bubble up and be free for public consumption. Obviously, they’re capped.
I didn’t take this picture this way on purpose, but I love the ominous tree shadow reaching for the spring house.
So, it looks like the concrete block used to be a fountain and they pulled it up, put a piece of sheet metal over the water and put the concrete back down.
Here’s one of the hotels where you used to be able to go for spring treatments.
Here’s another angle.
Here’s another hotel.
The signs for that hotel.
Another spring house on the walkway.
The amazing porch.
One of the rooms.
The traditional blue-ish porch ceiling.
An answer to the question, “Why are all my swirls mushed up and no longer in neat, counted out piles?”
Another answer to the same question.
Oh, my beloved neat, counted out piles! You were so glorious.
My mom texted me this picture of my mom and dad and I think it’s the best picture of them I’ve ever seen. The most honest, anyway.
My brother texted me this picture of my niece. Please note how she’s coloring! The genes come through again!