The Avant Garden

I think that is a record. I have no excuses ... haven't even been busy, really.

I have mucked around on the sewing machine:

That's a bowl kinda thing I made, using the crafty techniques I picked up from my friend and father-in-law's wife, Joan, and this book that she loaned me.

I've made several more since then, each prettier than the one previous, in my humble opinion.

 Rob and I went exploring last week primarily to see the place these railroad tracks almost meet:

I reckon that was the only way the Southern-Pacific could get trains up the Old Fort grade. It's on the Eastern Continental Divide. 

And there is a lot of kudzu there. Rob marveled at it:

It was the 1930s there, so everything was in black and white.

My old friend Åsa is coming to visit the Avant Garden this coming Friday. She sends this pic of an arch she found on a little island near Bohuslaen in Sweden:

Which I think is way cool. She's really into this rockstacking thing, so I plan on repairing all the fallen things while she is here and hopefully will have some cool pix to show off next week. I also have to go out to the bascom to repair some things that have fallen.

Gravity never sleeps, never leaves me alone.