This photo is the draft of the ordering page we just made for Tim's new website. I finally have something up for his business, Timothy's Fine Woodworking. Check it out here if you want.
Anyone who has been a regular reader (or even just an occasional reader) of my blog, for a few months, will have seen the photos I posted awhile back of Tim's gorgeous handcrafted furniture and his woodworking shop. I've been following him around with my digital camera, generally making a pest of myself by getting in his face with it while he worked ... thinking that someday I would make use of my photos to build a website for him. Well, now it's for real!
His website pages, especially the portfolio pages are not final by any means, but we wanted to get something up asap. Gabe has been generously helping me -- teaching me from scratch, actually -- but he left this afternoon so I'm on my own with it now. I'll be refining the website and Tim and I will both be posting on his blog, Timothy's Shop Talk, here. We would love it if you visit his blog, leave comments to let us know you've been there ... even leave feedback, encouragement, links we might be interested in ... anything you want to share with us. I hope Tim's Shop Talk becomes a community of sorts, for other woodworkers, friends, family, his customers, and anyone else interested in woodworking and design.
Soon there will be a link in my own Raven's Nest sidebar to his blog and his homepage. I hope... :)
Friday, December 30
Wednesday, December 28
We're lucky our bedroom faces east and gets the morning sun. Here is what my lap looks like in the mornings before I get out of bed. Baggins thinks it's his right (and my obligation) to give him lap-time while I read the paper or write in my journal ... Tim brings coffee to me in bed so I don't have to "disturb" Baggins.
Through Daniel Mosquin at the University of British Columbia Botanical Garden Botanical Photo of the Day site, I found this very useful website for landscape photography. Many of the Luminous Landscape features and articles are also applicable to other photo subjects, especially outdoor and nature images. I've already learned enough from the tutorials, essays and regular columns to improve my photography skills so much. One of these days, I'll post some of my first shots with my digital camera to make the comparison between where I was a year ago and what I'm doing with the digicam now.
Here is just an example of the incredibly useful information available at the Luminous Landscape. This is the table of contents for their "Understanding Series:"
THE UNDERSTANDING SERIES
|Understanding Printer Colour Management — the proper settings for using profiles|
|Understanding Raw Files — whether to choose to shoot in raw or JPG format, and why|
|Understanding Contrast Masking — a simple Photoshop technique for opening shadow areas and reducing contrast|
|Understanding Digital USM — what is the Unsharp Mask and what does it do?|
|Understanding Histograms — how to read the digital camera's most useful exposure evaluation tool|
|Understanding MTF Charts — what is MTF, and how to read lens charts|
|Understanding Digital Sensor Cleaning — the why, how and tools required|
|Understanding Digital Workflow — suggested steps and settings to use when working with a digital SLR|
|Understanding Mirror Lock-Up — the simplest technique for creating vibration-free sharp images|
|Understanding Medium Format — a primer on the jargon, and the equipment available|
|Understanding Depth of Field — a tutorial, including Hyperfocal Distance and the Circle of Confusion|
|Understanding Polarizers — a tutorial on how to use the most important filter for colour photography|
|Understanding Lens Contrast — an in-depth tutorial by Mike Johnston|
|Understanding Bit Depth — a tutorial on hi-bit images and when and why to use them|
|Understanding Sharpness — a tutorial on resolution and acutance|
|Understanding Resolution — explores the basics of digital Input and Output|
|Understanding Camera Movements — the ins and outs of tilts and shifts|
|Understanding Colour Theory — academic colour theory applied to landscape photography|
|Understanding the DSLR Magnification Factor — what it is, how it works, benefits and drawbacks|
|Understanding ProPhoto RGB – are you throwing away much of the colour gamut your DSLR is capable of?|
|Understanding Exposure — the world's 10 stop range. Why it's so tough and how to handle it|
Monday, December 26
Okay, everybody out there over 50 and anybody reading this with parents over 50 who think you can't blog because it's something only the younger generation does .... check out this way cool blog by Millie Garfield, who is 80 and who happens to be the mom of Steve. She also has a great sense of humor: My Mom's Blog by Thoroughly Modern Millie
Millie was written up in the AARP Bulletin as one of the oldest bloggers around. Here's a quote from that article:
Patrick J. Kiger writes in this month's AARP Bulletin, Older, Wiser Bloggers. Want a Place in the Blogosphere? Join the Club.
Among the pioneers is Millie Garfield, 80, of Swampscott, Mass., who's been writing "My Mom's Blog" for the past three years. "One day, I saw an article in the Boston Globe about bloggers, and so I asked my son Steve, who's into computers, 'What the heck is this blogging thing?' " she says. "He said, 'Ma, you should start your own blog.' "So she did. And it's very cool. Fun to read, too. This is Millie's very first video post She has made a few video blog posts with the help of her son -- and these are funny! When I watched this video about the difficulties of opening and using the packaging for plastic wrap, I laughed so hard I just had to write about her. She is serious, yet it's really funny because of her deadpan humor. She just acts like herself.
Sunday, December 18
You need a room with no view so imagination can meet memory in the dark..
An excerpt from Annie Dillard's essay, "This is the Life"
Say you have seen something. You have seen an ordinary bit of what is real, the infinite fabric of time that eternity shoots through, and time's soft-skinned people working and dying under slowly shifting stars. Then what?
Friday, December 16
Colors of the Season: A Glass Quilt
I "sewed" this Glass Quilt with my computer, a closeup photo of a glass dish and some tweaking in Photoshop.
The only thing I didn't have to do was use a needle and thread or sewing machine!
My four sisters, my two sisters-in-law and my mom are handy with a sewing machine. I am not. I do not sew by hand or machine. I break out in hives if I feel pressured to replace a button or contribute to a friendship quilt. If I have to hem something, I use staples or duct tape. I've made numerous curtains for my dorm rooms and various apartments by just folding fabric lengths over at the top to make a "tube" then threading them onto curtain rods. No hemming required. Voila! Instant Curtains! Table cloths are super easy. The fabric store clerks are always nice enough to cut the cloth to the right length -- all I have to do is put it on our table. Simple! If I'm missing a button on my shirt cuff, a safety pin will substitute nicely, thank you very much! Before all my sisters got really busy sewing for their own kids, they used to occasionally sew something for me to wear if I gave them the fabric and pattern. Of course, I loved that!
I do know how to sew. In fact, I'm still proud of the complete wardrobe I made for my Jill doll when I was about 8 or so ... yeah, I can sew. What ruined me for sewing was a "bad experience" in junior highschool -- in my Home Economics class where we had to learn to sew their way. Our assignment was to sew something we could wear. We were graded on our choice of style and fabric and it's appropriateness to our body shapes; the quality of our sewing, the final product and oh, yeah (how embarassing) -- on how well we "modeled" the clothing to the class and teacher. This was back when Home Ec also included chapters on how to sit, walk and stand like a "lady." Hmph!
Oooh boy! I bombed out on that assignment big time. This was in the 60's, when very short skirts, flowy poets shirts and vests were starting to be trendy. I chose a tube skirt (a rectangle with one seam, the waistband was just folded over, stitched then elastic inserted into the tube) and vest (the vest was about an inch shorter than the skirt.) I chose a brown tweed fabric -- I think it was from the upholstery department (I was into hand weaving, earthy-mama stuff then) and big wooden buttons for the front of the vest. My first frustration was that while handsewing the skirt hem, I sewed the skirt to the jeans I was wearing at the time. Okay, that's fixable. Next came the so-called waistband. It was easy (right down my alley) ... but when I tried the skirt on, I cried to see how bunchy the waistband was, making me even more self-conscious than I already was, about my body shape. Oh well, nothing to do about that - I had to carry on. The vest button holes were the hardest part of this project but with perservereance and help from my mother, I got 'em done. Only thing was, I discovered the chunky buttons did not want to go through the button holes.
I had saved my babysitting money to buy a batiste poet's blouse to wear with my "burlap" outfit thinking that would soften the effect. The blouse had cuffs up to my elbows, huge billowy sleeves and hundreds of tiny buttons. I still fondly remember it. It was almost see-through, so I had to buy it myself-- I didn't want to expend the enormous effort it would have taken to talk my dad into buying it for me. Of course, the blouse was expensive, so it probably took more effort to earn the money babysitting than it would have taken to convince my dad.
Anyway, the day we had to model our sewing projects was, in my memory, the most embarassing day of my young life -- to that point. I already had a complex about being a big girl (although in retrospoect, I wasn't big I was just tall, and thought I was "big) but the skirt and vest were about the least flattering thing I could have chosen to wear -- ever! Mom was encouraging, as she always was with us kids ... so off I went to my 7th grade Home Ec class wearing something much more suitable to a sofa than to a self-conscious adolescent. I don't remember the grade my teacher gave me -- probably a C, maybe worse. The C would have been because she felt sorry for me, not because there was even an inch of merit in this outfit (by her standards.)
I don't remember ever wearing that skirt and vest again. But I did make another skirt and vest to show off my hard-earned poet's blouse. I made them of dark blue crushed velvet.
Tuesday, December 13
We're back from the winter meeting with our study group ... I will be posting a few drawings I did in my sketchbook/journal while on our trip. It was incredible weather - just perfect for Tim and me -- when we left Montana last week, the temperature was -16F ... brrrr! And on the coast, it was in the balmy 60s. Ahhh, to have a few days when I could go barefoot (or just wear my zorries) when just a light shawl was enough of a covering even in the sea breeze.
What a luxury - to have five days with no responsibilities other than to really focus on being there -- at the ocean ... sleeping, dreaming, dancing and breathing the smells, sights and sounds of waves and shorebirds, gorgeous sunrises and sunsets ... the constantly changing reflections and colors on the wet sand ... the shifting shapes of dune, intertidal zone and wave patterns. I had a beautiful, relaxing time.
The drawing below is our view out the window of our plane, on the right -- as we were cruising over eastern Washington, I was really fascinated by the huge variety of cultivation patterns and natural patterns in the agricultural areas of the state -- the ground was "neatly" divided into square sections which were further divided in many cases, into different shaped fields. It reminded me of a crazy quilt. On the left side of the page is my view of the east slope of the Cascades just before we came across the top and headed down into Seattle.
Tuesday, December 6
Sam is about 99% deaf in his old age. He's been getting progressively more deaf over the last year or so. We know he still here's something because he comes skidding out into the kitchen when we fill up his food dish. He hears loud clapping, too -- that's the main way we get him to come when he's not looking at us. Or, on walks, if he gets too far ahead, which isn't often these days, we toss a tiny pebble at him to get his attention.
Mostly if Sam can see us, then sign language and lip-reading works. Otherwise, he either ignores us totally and goes about his business as if we are the ones supposed to follow him around .... heheh. Or, he listens to our intent -- he reads our minds -- I am convinced dogs and other animals have the ability to read our intentions. That's why horse whispering works.
Well, Tim and I practice dog-whispering. And Sam is highly skilled at human-whispering. He tells us what he wants not only with his body language and expressive eyes ... but he "beams" at us. That's what we've taken to calling the intense stare and "loud" mind-talk he sends our way when he really really wants something ... like the last bite of that juicy sandwich you're eating.
Here, Sam is conducting several kinds of communication: he is watching me intently for cues to "what's next." He is beaming at me, his desire to get going: "Enough of this sitting around while you shoot photos, already!" And he is reading my mind to see if it's time to go yet. Check out those eyes at the large size by clicking on the photo and going to the "all sizes" link right above the photo on my flickr page.
My mom learned to knit last winter (or was it re-learning, Mom?) and she has been gung-ho about knitting ever since. She has been making scarves for . She has a list she's working on -- scarves for each of her 8 children and their spouses, all 27 of her grandchildren (one of those for her granddaughter is in the photos below) and her 3 great-grandchildren.
Whoa! -- That's alot of scarves! I wear the scarves she made for me all the time. So does our cat, Baggins (just kidding) Mostly Mom uses the many kinds of popular "Fun Fur" yarns. The scarves she makes for the "men and boys" are knitted of more traditional yarns, but all of the scarves are super soft and warm.
I don't knit. I know how to crochet, but lately I haven't had the patience to do even that. Maybe someday I'll get back into crocheting (maybe I'll start the trend of a HAT for everyone in my family ...) in the meantime I drool over beautiful yarns in my friend, Carol Worthen's downtown Helena store, the Fiber Whorl. I stumbled across a beautiful website called Plucky Fluff where the owner and artist sells her amazing, incredible, crazy-fun unique handspun yarns. Oh wow! These make me want to run out and buy a set of knitting needles and just dive right in. Wish I could afford to buy lots of this handspun. It's a bit pricy, but knowing how much time and effort goes into washing fleece, carding it and spinning, I know her prices are well worth the money. These are entirely unlike commercial yarns. Check out her website and the others I've linked here if you're a fiberartist -- or know one who might be talked into making you something from one of these skeins.
These handspuns are lovingly made, each batch or skein is unique. So the yarns I've posted from these small artisan businesses may already be sold. I'm posting the pix to give you an idea of the variety and creativity. They all add photos of available yarns regularly, so check their websites for the latest one-of-a-kind fibers for handknitting, crochet and felting.
Handspun one-of-a-kind yarns from Plucky Fluff. From upper left: End of November, Grow, Wildflower and Snuggle Bunny.
Handspun one-of-a-kind yarns from Plucky Fluff, Ahsa and Neauveau, from upper left: Ahsa's Jelly Sandwich, Plucky Fluff's scarf made of Flora yarn, Neauveau's Blue Bird skein and Frostbite by Plucky Fluff.
Another group of gorgeous handspun fibers, from upper left: Fall, Seaweed-Lemon and Forest Floor all three by Pink Peppercorns. And lower left, Yumm Twist by Fuzzy Bumblebee.
Pink Peppercorns not only sells awesome handspun yarn skeins, but also bags of "scraplets" for fun knitting and weaving projects; and handpainted silk ribbons (see photo below) Her site is easy to navigate and beautifully designed, just like her yarns and ribbons. Pink Peppercorns also creates beautiful hand painted silk ribbons for artisan sewing projects. I could think of a few unusual uses for these ribbons, if only I could afford to buy them! They're on the pricy side, but if you like fiber arts, take a look - they might inspire you to try making your own hand painted ribbons.
Neauveau is another handspun and fiberarts business onwed by artisan, Ashley Martineau of Oergon. She has raised the art of recycling to new highs by unraveling thrift-store sweaters and re-selling the skeins of yarn on EBay. She has some interesting tutorials on her website, including an illustrated how-to-unravel article. I always thought unraveling a sweater would be super easy, but you apparently have to know how to do it right or you'll just end up with a pile of short peices! Ashley has been written up in Interweave Press -- an article about her yarn recycling and a shawl pattern that looks very cool.
Ashley has kindly provided an easy-to-read list of links with many more handspun artisan's websites.
Monday, December 5
Wow! I just stumbled on this amazing non-profit organization's website. The Keep-A-Breast Foundation raises funds for breast cancer research and treatment by auctioning plaster casts of women's torsos that have been ornamented by artists.
These torsos are from the Keep-a-Breast Gallery. Torsos shown are by Andy Jenkins, Martine Pinsolle, Nick Gammon and Wilma. To view these and other torsos in the project, please visit the Keep-a-Breast Foundation website.
What struck me about my own response to the galleries of plaster torsos is my appreciation for the wide and beautiful range of shapes and sizes of breasts, chests, torsos ... and not one is more attractive to me (disregarding the design painted on it) than any of the others. I expected to be biased against the larger torsos, the ones with large breasts and big-around chests (the ones that don't fit the societal "norm" of what is beautiful in a woman ... the shape I have) so I was surprised to realize that I liked them all equally.
Maybe because the plaster torsos are painted and otherwise decorated with different materials the breasts are removed from the context of beauty-like-models-are-defined-as-beautiful ... and their everyday shapes that I so often take for granted, are transformed into an art "objects" so I can see the beauty in each torso's form for it's own sake.
But even more than the fact that the torsos are painted with the unique vision of each participating artist is the way the true-to-life representation of each woman's body portrays the individual behind the shape -- portrays more of the inner strength and courage of each woman (and man) who faces breast cancer, or who is close to someone with breast cancer. It is the individuals inside the plaster cast that I am responding to so openly. In the words of the Keep-a-Breast Foundation,
The casts are physical representations of a simple truth— while breast cancer attacks all women without prejudice, it is the powerful individual present in all women that will conquer it.
I love this idea and would like to see more of these types of fundraisers happening all over. Not only is the Keep a Breast organization raising money for breast cancer research, they are also increasing breast cancer awareness as well as acceptance of all body shapes and sizes, which can only be a good thing.
I'm not the most diligent when it comes to doing breast self-exams. Mostly I have a hard time remembering to do them because I am post-menopausal and no longer have that convenient, built-in monthly reminder to do the exam. My naturopath recently gave me a way to remember to do my own exam every month -- just do it on my "birth-date" every month. So on the 27th of each month, that's what I'm doing. The Keep-a-Breast Shower Card is just another reminder for me, and this one looks more detailed than most I've seen. You can print out the shower card from this PDF document and laminate it with plastic. Keep it in the bathroom as a reminder to do breast self-exams regularly.
Saturday, December 3
I think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of a season, how without grief (it seems) they can let go and go deep into their roots for renewal and sleep. ... Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.
-- May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude
Wednesday, November 30
My mom and I were chatting this morning and after a while she said she had to leave to go listen to some kids read at the elementary school. I think it's cool she does that - she's the perfect "grandmotherly" type to sit and listen, and encourage children to read for pleasure and that wonderful sense of accomplishment that comes with reading.
In thinking about my own kids' reading habits (they're grown and gone now) I sometimes believe I never really had to encourage them to read. It just seemd like they naturally read all the time. But in reality, I did encourage them -- Mickey and Gabe read because I read. And because I read with them ... and because we had books around all the time, because our favorite (and cheap) places to go for entertainment were A) the Library and B) the bookstore where we spent hours sitting on the floors, reading, browsing, picking out piles of books to bring home (didn't bring books home from the bookstore that often.)
We read the Jeeves stories out loud to each other, laughing together as we "tried on" the characters' accents. At breakfast for a year, we took turns reading one chapter at a time from Brian Jacque's Redwall books, whose chapters were short enough to be read during a hastily gulped breakfast before school. Those books also gave us a great excuse for putting on many different accents since every character has a unique voice.
Mainly, I think we read alot and had books around alot because we didn't own a television for most of the time Mickey and Gabe were growing up. They used to get a kick out of telling their teachers they didn't have a tv at home (especially when there was a homework assignment that involved watching tv) and they gained a certain notoriety with their school mates for being the only kids who didn't have a tv.
So we were tv-less and book-rich ... until Tim moved up to Helena and became part of our family. He had a, ummm, he had a television. At first, I wouldn't let him bring the tv inside. It was banished to the garage. And of course, the garage was just for storage, so no one ever "watched" it out there ... then, after, oh maybe a year or two, the tv snuck into the house. The excuse was we occasionally wanted to watch a video. Okay okay. But it had to stay in the closet!
Another year goes by and next thing ya know, the tv is out of the closet .... sitting in the living room -- but only under a blanket or other suitable piece of cloth to disguise it and keep it out-of-sight-out-of-mind. . It's funny how sneakily that thing inserted itself into our lives. At least the kids were gone off to college by the time we started using it as an actual .... ohmigod... an actual television.
Eventually the tv won out and I gave in. Tim convinced me that he only wanted to watch PBS and the Jim Leherer News Hour and Bill MoyersNow on Friday nights ... hmmm, gradually it's become more and more a part of our lives. Tim, my incredible cabinet maker husband (I love you, Tim!) has yet to build an "entertainment center" to hide our tv so there it sits in the living room 24/7. Hmmm... at least it's not right smack dab in the center of the room.
We are still book-rich (that's Gabe's photo of one of his hand-bound books in progress.) Mickey and Gabe still read alot, although maybe not as voraciously as they did growing up. And all of us have benefitted from lives immensely enriched by literature, poetry, non-fiction, periodicals, even (gasp!) newspapers. By writing, too: poems, song lyrics, letters, emails, journals, essays, term papers, musings, grocery lists and notes-to-self. Gabe is binding books and journals these days, teaching others to do the same ... and working on his own book this year.
Today, I realized I missed Children's Book Week, which was November 14 through 20th this year. Even though Book Week is officially over, it's never too late to encourage and inspire yourself and others (especially children) to read, read, read. Books are great - the internet is wonderful too, but in my mind, books are better. Here's a link to a series of educational activities and lesson plans on reading.
Tuesday, November 29
It's the end of November, time to put up my calendar for next month. If you'd like to download and print this calendar, please feel free. To see the large-size calendar, just click on the photo, then if you'd like to download the image, right-click on the large size "save image" to your computer (no tricks, no viruses, no spybots or anything like that.... just want to make some cool stuff available to folks who read my blog.)
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This photo is part of the Last Light set on my flickr page. You can see the entire set here:
I like to sit on the cold ground with my arm around Sam's shoulders up on the hill above our town. In the evenings, when the cacaphony of daytime noise begins to settle out, begins to calm down ... then we two listen to the sounds of the city: traffic, dogs barking back and forth, children playing, ravens calling, crickets singing, geese honking on their southward journey. I know he sees and hears the wondrous beauty of his world. I know he loves these moments as much as I do. I know he is deeply glad to be alive. His enthusiasm for life inspires me, even when I'm feeling blue. He leans into my chest, as if letting me know he'll hold me up when it's his turn ... my dear companion, Sam.
We humans so often think we have an exclusive appreciation for art, beauty, poetry, emotion ... I believe we share this ability with all creatures ... or that we could share it if we would only allow that we are not the only ones to see!
This photo is also part of my set, Last Light.
Wednesday, November 23
I don't have a polarizing filter, but I can sometimes "fake" it with photoshop. I'll be posting a series of images (all the same photo) to show one of the ways I process a photo to make it more to my liking. . .
A few days ago, on one of my walks with Sam, I came across an old dumping grounds and some rolled up circlets of barbed wire. I brought one home with me - this is a photo of the pile -- thinking I will make it into a Solstice wreath for our front door. I have to come up with some ideas for a way to make it look festive with a Western motif. I'll post photos after I put it up.
Tuesday, November 22
Yay! I finally learned a new technique for masking backgrounds and isolating objects without a background. Thanks to Corrie Haffley, an expert Photoshop-er and author of several useful articles at SitePoint , for her super-clear and easy tutorial. This is my first attempt. The background was complicated and multi-color, so it wasn't as easy as her example, but I think it came out okay.
Monday, November 21
The Japanese Garden This website is produced by Bowdoin College, specifically by Prof. Clifton Olds. Check out the page on "Elements" for more details on garden elements such as Stones, Bridges, Waterfalls and Sand. An educational site with a great overview about Japanese Gardens - their philosophy and history, and links to a couple dozen gardens in Japan, with photographs.
Sunday, November 20
Morning-After Dress: she thought, that really wasn't all it's kicked up to be ....
Originally uploaded by MontanaRaven.
I just uploaded a series of images, mostly of retro-textiles, a few hats and men's ties ... I arranged them as a flickr photo set titled "The Closet Ladies." Getting into the whole many-senses place while working on these photos, I thought of using them to relate story segments, stories of the women who might have worn these dresses. Please check it out and if you would, tell me how you respond to these short stories ... I'd like to know how the thought-segments/memory-pieces affect others. This is the most "out-there" I have been with my photos so far.
Click here is you'd like to go straight to the slideshow of this album:
What a strange tangle ...
I found this odd growth pattern on a hike up Davis Gulch. This is just one shrub about 12 feet high. It's growing like some fantastical Watts Towers sculpture. Some of the branches seem to twist and twine around 306 degrees until they grow back into themselves. At first I thought it was a "fort" made by kids, a hide-away place on the hill, but when I came close to it and examined it, I realized it has nothing to do with human machinations ... this was formed by nature, somehow. I'd love to know how this happened, why the shrub grew this way.
It reminds me of Mary Robinson's print, "Tangled Branches" -- she is on the faculty of the College of Art at the University of South Carolina, and teaches printmaking.
I'm always looking for good writing resources, both online and in print. One of my favorites websites is Bartleby Reference. When you do a word or phrase search, you can search all of Bartleby, or narrow it down to dictionary, thesaurus, literature citations, verse, prose, symbols, synonyms, etc.
I also like the RhymeZone for poetry, poetic-prose writing stimulation and inspiration -- or, for that matter, you can also use the Rhyme Zone as a thesaurus. The Rhyme Zone also has a feature for searching for particular words in the works of Shakespeare (in case you're into that ...)
Today I stumbled upon the HyperDictionary, which seems pretty comprehensive - there is even a "Dream Dictionary" search to find associations for many words. Although I'm not one to "interpret" my dreams in the strict sense, I do like to consider my dreams, use them in therapy, use them in my creative life as inspiration or as jump-off points for my artwork or poetry. And the fact that this reference gives you a comprehensive list of the word's definition, along with the "dream dictionary" meanings, synonyms, related words, antonyms ... makes it an excellent resource for using your dreams as fodder for your writing, art, whatever ... Reading through the official definition of a word might spark a unique line of thought or inquiry when considering your dreams.
The diagram above is from one last reference site I have to mention, although you can only "try it" for a few times before they ask you to buy a subscription. Even so, the Visual Thesaurus is so fascinating it's worth checking out. It is an interactive visual (duh...) constellation of words and connections between words - a creativity and thought-stimulating interactive tool for exploring the relationship between thousands of words. It takes a bit to get used to it, and in some ways I think of it less like a direct tool for writing and more of a tool for getting my creative juices going. If you find it useful, and want to take more time to explore the Visual Thesaurus, a subscription (or buy it outright for your desktop) may be worth it.