We couldn’t resist taking a snapshot of the street sign near our bed and breakfast in Sante Fe, NM. There’s no question that the irony of the sign should have occurred to the sign makers, but what’s even more ironic and hilarious is that the referenced intersection bounds one corner of the local Presbyterian church.
Here is the journal that I made with the painted pages from the previous post.
These are the painted pages, the handmade paste papers will be the covers and end sheets.
We went to the Louisville Farmer’s Market and Isabelle Farm in Lafayette over the last two weekends. We’ve thought and talked a lot about keeping our food closer to where we live. It’s kind of like knowing one’s own watershed…
There are times, late at night, when the burnt sienna pigments cut adrift from old jugs of corn liquor take to the wind. Their warm summons trip the unwary as easily as they ferry the willing. So it was, on such a night, at some abandoned roadhouse, that five sylvan avowed to form a band. […]americana, music