You go away for three weeks and the birds now sing a different song. Before we get to the scraplings of a visual travelogue from Art Ranger's time out on "the range", there was this:
|Whoah!!! - Women's bathroom at the newly renovated SF MOMA|
|"Uncharted territory". Last year fire, this year flood, this year fire, this year ....|
As mentioned, we were tasked with the gigantic debris storm of sorting through 48 years of the motherlode of our mother's belongings and entire life. We now contrast that with weary souls in the current "cone of uncertainty" where nature's force may dismantle object-accumulation in one fell swoop of "eyewall replacement cycles".
|Of all the many thousands of objects, Dad's bench vise is one we actually feel attached to.|
............ Breathe ..........
|We actually saw this and watched it paint itself a painting with the sinking sun|
|Like characters in a play, this gaggle of all different old ish chairs sat at "The Pickle Barrel" restaurant in Silverton, Colorado and politely welcomed us - though surely gossiped about us after we'd left.|
Despite unsuccessful photographs, each chair was fitted with a private wire sculpture underneath the seat to help shore up and flex with the loosened legs. Art Ranger thrives on tiny moments such as these.
|High altitude snacking|
Vignette from Minturn, Colorado
|We found this to be poignant|
You just keep going regardless - into a new time zone, a new century,a new technology.
|We have tried for years to snap a picture of this dead serious sign, just off the I-5, heading west, near the oil fields|
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