…and Deport Stephen Miller, preferably to some shithole of DeSantis’ devising? But while we’re waiting for that [and the complete MAGA meltdown, if only…]* we spent a most enjoyable
early evening with John and Eva on the eve of their departure back to El Cerrito with many topics covered [music and art particularly], not too much in the way of politics and a truly astounding saga involving the rodent-demolition of a rental car and the cascading unforeseeable consequences resulting. The next morning we went straight up the knoll as far as we could and the
day after that into Walsenburg, running into people at not only the Gardner Post Office but the Transfer Station and even the Safeway…fortuitously we saw no one to distract us at the Lumber Yard, the newly relocated recycling bins nor the Habib** where I took a cursory inventory of 80s paintings but after an attempt
to document “Amphibian” [2002]*** in cramped quarters and all the previous socializing we fled without looking in on Brendt’s retrospective at MoF, for shame but really too tapped out,
for home, lunch, and collapse, making for a pretty much lost day though the next, o-cast
for the most part, was marginally more productive [not as productive as the very strange coven of Unknown Ants above, however] and the woods, though close, remained ever surprising.
Later on in the rainy afternoon I tentatively decided some of last year’s paintings might be
pretty well done and when Friday arrived warm and bright
I checked the water after which we went up into the Yellow Zone as far as we could manage
[maybe 70′ elevation gain] to take in the views and
finished out the day with salmon and barbecued corn on the south-facing porch
while to the west, a summer night…
*What to do about Schmuckface the Wannabe Martian is a whole other issue…one of many difficulties well above our paygrades in addition to the antics of OLD’s cavalcade of clowns whose destructive machinations are as nothing compared to what the AI and Cryptoidiots are already doing to the rapidly diminishing resources of our home planet. Got water? How ’bout massive “data centers” mining the waters of the desert southwest [and every anywhere else] to prop up their dangerous shell games of…nothin’?
**The Habib Building, so called because we bought it from the Habib family back in 1990. It had previously been a gas station and tire shop with living quarters attached. Their pear tree continues to survive, even thrive, as a closer look at the streetview shows.
***Happily to subsequently discover a decent documentation already existed.
Seeing you and Linda that night was one of the high points of our all-too-short sojourn in Huerfano County. Thanks again!
The next morning I remember edthat I hadn’t told you the finale of the rental car rodent-destruction tale, which was that: after having driven to CO Springs Airport to get a replacement car, a day later the replacement car got a flat tire due to a nail puncture. Douglas Blythman, bless his heart, knelt in the dust at Triple A and put the spare tire on, and I spent another afternoon in Walsenberg getting the flat tire patched. As Karl Ove Knaussgard would say: “how much bad luck can one human being have?”
Kudos to Douglas! Tire changings at our age is no longer the sport it once was and since he fell off that roof Blythman is no longer the lithe man he once was…what a lot of interruptions to what was already a rather short visit!
We had rats total our Hyundai Tucson and do a lot of damage to Michele’s Audi TT, and now we’re living in constant fear – anxiety may be a better word – that they’ll eat the new Kona or the old, very delicious, VW Toureg.
We had rats total our Hyundai Tucson and do a lot of damage to Michele’s Audi TT, and now we’re living in constant fear – anxiety may be a better word – that they’ll eat the new Kona or the old, very delicious, VW Toureg.
“Very delicious”, yes…all we do at Wall is leave the hoods up but that’s probably not a workable strategy for Portola Valley [and apparently didn’t work for Eva here in the Huerfano]. There’s lots of “remedies” out there but nothing that seems to really work all the time. Argh.
“did”, not “do”
Somehow you manage to show that different and very special high altitude Colorado light in your photographs — the opening shot is a great example. Also was startled and charmed by the Weston – like dead tree in black and white. Looks like Point Lobos. The cloud in your painting was so natural, I thought it was a photo as I scrolled down.
These twisty trees are infinitely amazing…and we don’t have to go far to find [or get lost in] them. So far our best day [not yet shown] has only been a 100′ climb from the house; it’s all there – rocks, trees…etc.