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Oct. 25, 2006

My good woman (you can be sure of that) and I took off for Las Cruces and then El Paso last week with the number 1 objective of seeing the Dave Mathews Band who were opening for the Rolling Stones in the Sun Bowl Stadium. It was reported that over 30,000 fans attended, and that I can testify. It was packed and maybe the best concert we have seen for yonky years.

So the following are snaps of us once again on tour, starting in Las Cruces, then a day in Old Mesilla, Mexico, the Concert and return home via an antique store in Canutillo, Texas and then home sweet home where the colors are almost at the end and my faithful companion and second girlfriend, Flat Tire.

Double click any photo to see blow-up.

Oct. 17, 2006

I get involved in worlds that are right under my feet with no idea they exist until I am up to my nose in the reek of their stink. That sounds ominous and a matter a fact it is.

When I returned to my house in March of this year it was with the intention of collecting my old rust colored mini RV  and heading off to Guatemala to do the project I have been trying to produce for the last five years.

However, once I was in my house I discovered that if I did not do some TLC to it and the surrounding property and studio, I most likely would not have a house if I ever returned. The yard was a forest fire waiting to happen, which would have consumed every building and probably the neighbors house as well.

Also while cleaning my computer room,  the floor collapsed under me and I went all the way to the ground. Being that it was only a small hole (the size of a man's leg) I put a board over it and got to fire control first, but in the following weeks there was a God-Almighty-Pong emanating from someplace. Eventually I discovered the hole I had created actually exposed the inner sanctum of an extended PACK-RAT colony that had made its home around the hot water tank and warm pipes that went all the way through the house.

Cholla cactus being the pack-rats number one defense measure against the snakes that love to eat them, it was scattered not only all through the belly of the house but also the ground under it...the very place I had to crawl to resolve the complete rodent problem.

Now that it is over I can say categorically it was the worst on-the-job experience of my entire life...a job I would have never ever done for anyone else no matter how much money offered. Unfortunately I realized no one else would do the job for me unless they were completely demented, and the results of their enterprise not worth considering.

Being it is over, view the beauty of Pack-Rats and their friend, the cholla cactus.

The House

The Hero

The Enemy

The Beginning

The Pack-Rat's Home

The Ouch

Another Ouch

More Ouch

Ouch Ouch

Ouchest

Oct. 9, 06

It is so good to be home. The leaves are changing, the two little banty chickens have finally been accepted by the big fat hens and ducks, my dog Flat Tire is happy Poppa is home, and I am repairing mirrors, horses that got smashed by an avalanche of bad luck.

One other clue to the following photos was the marriage of my oldest friend in New Mexico, Dwight to the beautiful and wonderful Toddy.

October 7, 06

Home after  more than 3,000 miles and delivering the Gazelle to the lovely people in California, seeing my daughter, sister, brother and a whole bunch of passing strangers, restaurants, motels, beautiful streets, incredible habitations, enough asphalt to cover Mars and the Moon--I am damn happy to get back to the beginning of the circle with my sweet woman and know we are in a blessed home I would not trade for anything.

Halleluiah the hunter, home from the hills...

Below are snaps of the journey beginning with the trailer-loaded stick sculptures and arrival, then eventually to the middle of the journey through my family to the never ending long miles of amazing landscapes in this big whacky weird wonderful America.

LOADED GAZELLES

TRAFFIC JAM

MOVING ALONG

NEAR FRISCO

THE MOMMA'S OWNER

THE VIEW

THE BABY'S OWNER

TO SANTA BARBARA

ROAD NIGHT

NEXT DAY

THE MEETING

PA AND DA

SA PA AND DA

ROWAN

LOVERS WALK

FISH TALES

FIRST NIGHT

BEACH

ROWAN MAGIC

THE STORE

THE PROTEST

FASHION

FASHION MAS

THE SHOP

THE DRIVE

THE FUTURE

THE CITY

CITY HALL

LAST DAY

ON BEACH

LEAVING CA

NEAR TUCSON

BRO RED CLOUD

SOME FAMILY

TWO BROS

BELLY UP

ON HOME RETURN

SALT RIVER

STILL HAPPY

LEAVING AZ

GALLUP

THE PURCHASE