spring knits

A Detacher | S/S 2012 collection

9-15-11

"Therefore Morgoth came, climbing slowly from his subterranean

throne, and the rumour of his feet was like thunder underground.

And he issued forth clad in black armour; and he stood before the

King like a tower, iron-crowned, and his vast shield, sable unblazoned,

cast a shadow over him like a stormcloud. But Fingolfin gleamed

beneath it as a star; for his mail was overlaid with silver, and his blue

shield was set with crystals; and he drew his sword Ringil, that

glittered like ice.

Then Morgoth hurled aloft Grond, the Hammer of the Underworld,

and swung it down like a bolt of thunder. But Fingolfin sprang aside,

and Grond rent a mighty pit in the earth, whence smoke and fire darted.

Many times Morgoth essayed to smite him, and each time Fingolfin

leaped away, as a lightning shoots from under a dark cloud; and he

wounded Morgoth with seven wounds, and seven times Morgoth gave

a cry of anguish, whereat the hosts of Angband fell upon their faces

in dismay, and the cries echoed in the Northlands.

But at the last the King grew weary, and Morgoth bore down

his shield upon him. Thrice he was crushed to his knees, and

thrice arose again and bore up his broken shield and stricken

helm. But the earth was all rent and pitted about him, and he

stumbled and fell backward before the feet of Morgoth; and

Morgoth set his left foot upon his neck, and the weight of it

was like a fallen hill. Yet with his last and desperate stroke

Fingolfin hewed the foot with Ringil, and the blood gushed forth

black and smoking and filled the pits of Grond.

Thus died Fingolfin, High King of the Noldor, most proud and

valiant of the Elven-kings of old. The Orcs made no boast of that

duel at the gate; neither do the Elves sing of it, for their sorrow

is too deep. Yet the tale is remembered still, for Thorondor King

of Eagles brought tidings to Gondolin, and to Hithlum afar off.

And Morgoth took the body of the Elven-King and broke it, and

would cast it to his wolves; but Thorondor came hasting from his

eyrie among the peaks of the Crissaegrim, and he stooped upon

Morgoth and marred his face. The rushing of the wings of Thorondor

was like the noise of the winds of Manwe, and he seized the body

in his mighty talons, and soaring suddenly above the darts of the

Orcs he bore the King away. And he laid him upon a mountain-

top that looked north upon the hidden valley of Gondolin; and

Turgon coming built a high cairn over his father."-- Tolkien

quafest

Few photos-- quick camp out get-away upstate

Mostly excited photos of high hills during the drive up, a few at the

Saugerties skate park (first stop) & a few right before we left Albany to head home.

Amazing trip though! The bulk of which we did not capture!

happy friday ;)

Stephan Goldrajch

storm pieces

ok! finally took some photos of the two necklaces I finished up during

the storm last week. Both are of mixed materials, mostly various stones, metals,

and plastics. Both multi-strand pieces with ringed holding clasps at the back.

the three strand piece

the six strand piece

going along with wooly rhino thought

may be jumping ahead too soon, but the idea for this "winter earring"

popped into mind during the storm last week...

frosty beach glass base with surface texture in wool, then wrapped in wire

and water drop-like beads applied | clip-on earring with hand painted logo

work by hand | half funny half serious (heheh)

the wooly rhino

is cool