Last week’s Wednesday came up overcast, with fog on the straits, fog across the valley…

…and lots of trucks [not shown] pulling the generally dry and sunny hill after Tuesday’s inclemencies;

89 to Sierra Valley to 70 to 395…and north as far as Doyle, pavement’s end. Como lo usual.

Lunched late at the NE corner of the Fort Sage Mountains overlooking Honey Lake Basin’s southeastern-most edge, followed by mudholes, potholes and a greasy road as far as Washoe County, after which things improved; a dozen miles in even better as the grader’d made a recent Sand Pass pass…

Five hours from Benicia to the gate, unpacked accompanied by a chorus of coyotes and then spent the evening reading the Duncan/LeBaron “World Art Adventure” blog, a remarkable account of a remarkable trip…

Thursday dawn walked spongy ground, soon to be muddy. Tracks of coyotes, deer and a human; Twisto checking ditchfllow.

After the walk and unloading Linda’s glass and another six boxes of Autobios, a day of watercolors in the kitchen, reconnecting with paintings and…

at last light towards the chairs with little Aggie before the sun broke through, symmetrically.

Friday grey, grey all day;

More of the same after a reroute of downspouts…

…bits of rain just at dark, clearing to full moon [not shown] and mild temps.  Saturday showed windy and bright, with melty temps…

 

[“Grama Seed”, 1993; one of my favorite LF sculptures]

…worked on more shelves, the daily triptych, taking down and dating the last of the seventy-three from 2015, looking at paintings, other things…

…ending again in chill winds, spits of rain…

Sunday, sun;

Shelves done for now; watercolors ongoing…

Late afternoon walked to Parker Ranch to investigate gunshots but they proved to be fortuitously far south in the county gravel pit…

The last of the Parker drill rigs, sinking into the sage at Dave’s and Monday, last of days, o-cast…

…but broke out nicely by afternoon. Tasks done, last walk, last light on the Granites…

Last light on the Granites…

 

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