2006

Confessions of a Knit-aholic

I read in The New York Times Sunday Style Section not long ago that knitting is cool. Cooler, the article said, than needlepointing or quilting or any of the other handcrafts. And that trendy yarn shops are opening up in Manhattan to cater to the young and the hip who follow the fashionable inclinations that constantly waft through the city.

It's always good to have one's existence confirmed by The Times Style Section. Since I'm a knitter, I read the article with great interest even though I didn't need The Times or anyone else to confirm the merits of knitting. I've understood them for a long time. I knitted my first sweater when I was 11 years old. It was a white cabled tennis sweater with navy and maroon bands around the v-neck. It ended up being too big and I had to give it to my father who probably never wore it. But I remember two things about that sweater-two things that have kept me knitting to this day: the feel of the yarn and the needles in my fingers and something I think of as "the vision." » read more

Goodbye to a Friend

John Merwin and I began working for Stratton Magazine at about the same time -- which goes back further than either of us would like to think about. The magazine had another editor then. He became ill and, eventually, died at a tragically young age. I was named editor and was understandably apprehensive. » read more

A Season of Optimism

This time of year, it seems that just about everything in Vermont is hopeful. The sky is blue, the birds are singing, and the flowers are blooming robustly. The furnace has quit running non-stop. » read more

My Space.com

BuckoBuckoRobert Frost wrote in his timeless poem Mending Wall of his neighbor's conviction that "good fences make good neighbors," though there were no cows to fence in or out. Colloquialisms abound in the English language about the need for space. » read more

The New Alchemists: MAKING SNOW

Photography and Essay by Hubert Schriebl

Early in October, I started bringing firewood closer to the house, as I had seen a couple of wooly bears among the fallen leaves. These particular fuzzy caterpillars had black stripes in the front and back, and a wide light brown stripe in between. A sure sign of a long and snowy winter - or is that a short and mild winter?!

But if you really want to have snow on the trails, the best thing to do is to rely on the snowmakers who roam the mountains at night, moving and positioning the mighty snow guns - and mixing compressed air with water to create snow, supplementing nature! Snow is considered by skiers and snowboarders to be White Gold -- would making it be a kind of alchemy? Creating valuable snow out of thin air, like creating pure gold out of simple lead (that in the middle ages was considered blasphemous -- no messing around with nature - punishable by death)? The difference is, of course, that our mountain crews today can actually accomplish this, making snow using scientific and engineering formulas.

Snow makers are a special breed, very much like mountain climbers. Their work takes them into the rough elements and challenges of severe winters -- often rewarded by the solitude of a beautiful dawn coming after a long night.

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Barn Again

By Nancy Boardman
Photography by James Schriebl

Putting the cupola atop the old Frost family barn is a dream come true » read more

Warming Trends

Bill Emerson checks some rooftop solar panelsBill Emerson checks some rooftop solar panelsBy Frederica Templeton
Photography by Hubert Schriebl » read more

Knitting Up a Storm

It doesn't get much better than this - relatives and good friends Jude Shaughnessy, Greer Kobik and Deborah Rimkunas sharing their knitting and a glass of wine.It doesn't get much better than this - relatives and good friends Jude Shaughnessy, Greer Kobik and Deborah Rimkunas sharing their knitting and a glass of wine.

By Suzanne Washburn
Photography by Hubert Schriebl 

The young and hip take to an antique art » read more

All in the Family Legacy

By Peggy Shinn
Photography by Hubert Schriebl 

In this country, the Caldwell name is synonymous with cross-country skiing » read more

Newfane Nostalgia

During the 70's, thousands of people flocked to the Annual Fiddlers Contest in Newfane. It happened on the piece of ground between Rt. 30 and a cemetery, where the Flea Market is now located. It was ultimately the noise of the fiddlers and their followers that ended the contest, out of respect for the cemetery, but it was also an annual celebration of free expression, country music and real Americana. It was all new for me, of course, coming from "Old Europe," and I was one of the few people there with a camera. So many great subjects for photography, and I took it all in! The people were oblivious to my presence and so were completely natural and uninhibited -- just themselves. Nowadays, everyone has a camera, it seems, but there are no longer subjects like these! » read more
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