I've been thinking recently about the form of the knitting blog, and how in this image-driven age, there are rarely entries without pictures. Not that there's anything wrong with pictures, but I do find myself thinking about aspects of knitting that can't easily be described using images. There are many, as you know.
The one that comes immediately to mind at the moment is the associations that we make with the particular objects that we built with our hands, the smells and tastes of the particular time and place where an object came to life in our hands. I was in San Francisco recently and passed by the apartment we shared. All these memories came to me, so many of them associated with knitting, like the first red scarf I made that ended up being huge because I didn't know how to bind off. Or the dress I cooked up that looked like an American flag. Or that scarf you had with the diagonal stripes, which you ended up recreating when you lost it. I remember the smells of your cooking, and the memory of being on the couch as we watched movie after movie while we were finishing our knitting.
And sure, I can post the picture of the apartment, and the picture of the garments or objects we've made. But somehow for me, today, the memory is more powerful than the devices we use to remember, and the words I'm using to express those memories now are more important than any image I can use to show people what we've experienced.