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DECEMBER 2006
New Year Eve Dec. 31,
2006
It has been three days
since we have left the house, which actually has been kind of nice--nothing
to do but eat, keep warm, watch TV and take a lot of pictures of the world
around us.
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Evening Light
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Los Cerrillos
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Devils Throne
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Back Yard
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The Porch
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The West
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This morning our good
neighbor Joe Martinez with his big tractor dug out the driveway and unburied
the car. 3 Feet of Snow.
Maybe tonight we will
celebrate New Year with all of our buddies at the local pub.
December 30, 2006
Today is a special day
in two ways.
Today is my little girl's
birthday, although Ruth reminds me my little girl is no longer little. She
is 29 but as many people before have said, "it seems only like yesterday..."
etc.
It is a fact, time flows like a
river, and that river has gone to the sea.
Rowan will be leaving soon
on a journey that scares me more than it does her. She and her man "Geno"
are going on a marathon three month journey to South America. Their
itinerary begins in Peru, then on to Bolivia, Chili, Patagonia and
Argentina. They have hi-tech back-packs and plan on walking a good deal.
I told Rowan if they only did a
quarter of their plan, it still would be a monumental adventure. She is a
blessed human and I pray God continues to smile on her and Geno.
To celebrate her day, I add a few
of my favorite pictures of her.
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six months
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two
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two
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two1/2
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three
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three1/2
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eight
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twelve
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thirteen
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twenty-five
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twenty-six
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twenty-seven
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twenty-seven
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twenty-eight
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twenty-eight with Geno
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The second thing is the
biggest snowfall I have ever seen in Cerrillos, which means I have to
postpone the date with my daughter to go ice skating.
December 25, 2006
This week I
worked like crazy to finish the 4-post bed for my wonderful Ruth... it got
done and in between I ran down to the Rail Road crossing in Cerrillos
hoping to see my daughter and her mother as they passed through on AMTRAK.
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At the crossing early.
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Here it comes.
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Wow, where are they?
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Oh well, there they go.
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Back at the house.
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The bed's view.
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And nearly done.
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As for Christmas Day, it has been
peaceful and good. I wish the same for you and lets hope together the New
Year is even better.
December 22, 2006
World Community Arts Day
(see COMMUNITY ARTS TAB) scheduled for February 17, 2007.
Repairing the Horse Sculptures
December 20, 2006
As for the continuation
of the "ADVENTURES OF EL GATO", it must wait until after Christmas and
the making of the 4-post bed.
Even that gets hung up
when winter blizzards blow--that is when I switch to repairing broken horse
sculptures in the warmth of the house.
December 16
I am
resting from working in the collaborative
format as a "Community Artist" and putting my energy and imagination to
creating a monster 4-posted bed for lovely Ruth and myself. It will be our
Christmas gift to each other.
The problem is how to
get it into the bedroom.
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The Bed Begins
Using planks from the old Madrid boardwalk a frame is assembled. |
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Fitting in the Organic
Using limbs from russian olive trees the frame changes. |
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Not How to use a Table Saw
This is more than dangerous but it is a heck of a way to skin the bark. |
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Shaping the Decoration
The blade not only peels the bark but also adds a sculptural element to the wood. |
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Putting the Puzzle Together
It becomes creative carpentry to find how the pieces fit on the bed. |
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The Bed takes Shape
Still not complete or in its final form but getting close to a solution. |
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DECEMBER 12
As winter/Xmas approaches
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Ken by Ruth
I asked Ruth how could she love such an old goat and she said she adored my horns. |
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Ruth by Ken
I had some time in the sun room and it seemed a good idea to paint and just like that a double Ruth. |
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I see the Light.
The laughing fat guy in the kitchen finally noticed illumination was his for the asking. |
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The Front Gate from the Back
Last weekend, we did the Yard Sale thing again, being as always money may be useful. |
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Yard Sale Swamped by Hoards
Neighbors who may be legal or maybe not found Ruth was selling but with a smile she gives. |
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Flat Tire Protects the Hat Department
You can't find hats like this everywhere and no way was Flat Tire letting them go for free. |
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DECEMBER 04
Life is very good these days and surely
I pray it remains the same. I can only wish everybody was as fortunate, but
know my own good fortune is only a temporary blessing.
No thing is always.
I am not looking over my shoulder no
matter what kind of snarling gravel crunching invisible beast may be only
inches behind me.
If I don't look, it ain't there.
What is here is winter, tumble weeds
blowing round worlds across my day.
What is here are two dogs that can sleep
and be peaceful in the bitter cold and tepid sun.
What is here is a wonderful woman who
many years ago bought entire junk shops just for fun and now is dispersing
the merchandise to other people who desire beautiful bobbles and joyful
junk.
What is here actually ain't here too,
because the art things I make then sell are one of a kind, never to be
born in that form again.
What is here is knowing how to say hello
and goodbye.
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Tumbleweed Winter
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Front Gate
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Flat Tire pretending to be flat
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Shilo not pretending
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A Yard Sale Saturday
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Ruth Checks Inventory
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Flat Tire Guards Art
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Art on a Fence
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Horse on a Stick
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Horse going other direction
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