Along with all the flying too high with some guy in the sky and eating roast pork with a fork like a dork I managed to slip in a great deal ...

I'm back. Dolores has taken Harry and the sock yarn to Shedd Aquarium for the day (good thing they're superwash), so I have the comp...

This is a report from the Panopticon Mobile Unit, on assignment in Indiana. I arrived safely after a mostly uneventful bus ride. I say ...

One thing I'll say for Dolores–the grass never grows under her feet. She's been fairly mum about exactly what happened on the tour, ...

I was jolted out of a sound sleep last night by the sound of the key in the front door. There are only two copies of that key around. There ...

The Loopy Yarns anniversary party, at which I photographed a further forty or so knitters for the 1,000 Knitters Project , was a quiet affa...

I got photographs from Susan of Abigail in her Tulip Jacket. Already she combines the verve of Suzy Parker and the emotional versatility of...

Dear Franklin, Hi it's Harry. I am writing from somewhere on the road, I am not sure where exactly but I think we are still in Illinois....

I recently photographed Knitter 0119 for the 1,000 Knitters Project . You may have heard of her: Charlene Schurch, author of Sensational Kni...

The Cavalcade of Completion continues with Mom's Möbius. It has the distinction of being the only thing I've ever finished twice. I ...

So, I have this little album devoted to photos of my niece, Abigail. I call it the Abigallery. If you visit my apartment for longer than thi...

Back in the spring of 2005, when this blog had only been around for about a month, I wrote a screedish little entry about how my search for ...

Dolores is off to Kankakee and I have a bit of free time on my hands, so I'm engaging in some long-overdue renovations to The Panopticon...

The recent spate of finishing chez Panopticon continues. To be more precise, I continue to focus on finishing things. I wish I could blame ...

I don't know what's wrong with me. Maybe I'm going through a compulsive phase. Maybe I'm getting too much sleep. Maybe the M...

Some projects are epics, and when they're finished you stand there blinking and thinking "I made that?" Some projects are more...