Headers--Repeating Pattern

When I proposed the theme of repeating patterns I was thinking of patterns in nature, in agriculture, and in quilting. Most of my pictures here  are from the first two. I am still divided between two of these for my header. I hope I have decided before I get through this post.

I went back to November for this one, from our visit to the Boyce Thompson Arboretum on our Thanksgiving trip to Arizona. The spines on this cactus form a pattern, as do the shadows of the spines.

The rest of the outdoor pictures  are from around here and taken within the last two months.

The hop yard across the road provides me with a lot of graphic interest. Its repeating pattern of poles and wires can be fascinating. I am getting a bit tired of being surrounded by poles, but at least during the winter you can see past them. I am documenting the changes in this horizon on my A Year across the Road tab.

On this sections of poles down the road from us they are preparing for the spring. The irrigation lines are strung on each end pole, waiting for time to stretch them out through the field.

The tractor that distributed the irrigation lines left its own pattern in the soil.

 This has to be my favorite hop yard photo. We had days and days of heavy fog in January. The angles formed by the poles and lines  fades into the distance.

When we spent Sunday of President's Day weekend up at Mt. Rainier, we hoped to do the Carter Falls hike that we often take during the summer. This involves crossing the Nisqually River on a footbridge. Alas, the footbridge was out. This is the surface of the log chiseled out by hand tools to create the footbridge surface. I find the pattern of the tool markings to be interesting.

The we looked up in the sky and saw this interesting pattern in the contrail. What must the winds have been doing up there!

A couple of "blocks" over from us we saw a pattern of fruit boxes lined up by the pattern of trees in the orchard. Seems a little early--I thought they put the boxes out near harvest time.  The quotes on the word blocks is because the word is a bit deceptive. You see, the blocks around here are a mile each, but they really are blocks.

 And these trees lined up for a windbreak seem each to be almost identical. A pattern of branches which will also change with the season.

I had better include a quilt pattern here. This one was made by my grandmother Della, and is in possession of my cousin Ruthie. The blocks are pinwheel, and the signatures are relatives and neighbors of Grandma's in San Gabriel so many years ago.

We say hasta la vista to Craver vii who is leaving our Headbanger group because of time constraints in extra responsibilities at his work. He has be a crazy fun addition to the group and I hope he visits frequently and returns when things settle down for him. The other members are listed in my sidebar with links to their blogs. Please visit them.