Archive for September, 2017

~hudson valley homesteading~

Friday, September 29th, 2017

Third move of 2017, 23rd since I left Mom’s. (the average person moves 12 times in their lifetime, according to our freight company’s phone hold recording. Mom and I had probably managed close to that by the time I turned 18). Eleventh move with this dude (spanning two coasts and three countries). This week he wrangled 720 […]

~mom’s garage: 1980s~

Saturday, September 23rd, 2017

A week spent unearthing the past in Mom’s garage. Above, 11th grade prom portrait. Below, the dress, and all that remains of the pointy footwear empire. Warbabies was my first real job, selling WWII German military clothes to punks and David Lee Roth on Melrose Avenue. Plus hand-pegged levis, plaid flannel insets, and other cowpunk essentials. […]

~last catskill morning~

Thursday, September 14th, 2017

A rainy walk of the grounds on our last morning.

~meadow massacre~

Tuesday, September 5th, 2017

Sunrise (above), pre meadow razing. The turkey gang and I wander bewilderedly, surveying the damage. Marbled Orb Weaver on the last twig standing. See if you can find the frog in the meadow debris below. Parting gift from my turkey buddies: sixteen inch quill. Antler, also found today, is just shy of six.

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