The arrangement of the mountains as seen from Caesar's Head really couldn't be improved upon. We drove up here Sunday evening for an impromptu picnic. A nice man helped us climb down off the rocks afterward. I guess he thought we were frail. This happens more and more often lately. Sigh...
Yesterday I noticed this accidental arrangement of dishtowels hanging from my oven door. Perfect! And only after I had looked at the image in Photoshop did I notice the reflection in the door. You can't really plan these things. It's so nice when they happen.
The towel on the left is turned Monk's Belt I wove in a workshop with Doramay Keasbey about 30 years ago. It has held up well through many washings. The one on the right is a study in 8-shaft twills, also quite old, which I wove in red and white. It's faded badly, but still serviceable. The green one in the middle is 16-shaft lampas, really too heavy for a dishtowel, but in regular use anyway. They're like family.