May 2016

Maybe I’ll just write every year or two and comment, “wow, two years,” and this blog can stand in for the Christmas cards I don’t send any of you.

The issues here are that most of what I am compelled to talk about these days is at least a little bit (if not a lot) confidential, or it’s something personal that I wouldn’t want strangers to know if they ever discovered my little web life.  The likelihood is that they will not ever think to discover this, and if they do — so what?  They’ll know that I’ve lived and dated and been happy and disgruntled, that I went to school and went to school again.  And most of all they will know that I’ve had a whole lot to say about nothing very important.  I get bored reading through it, and I wrote it!  Also, I was a lot more interesting, and I’m glad I have some kind of digital proof of that.

I am living in Montana, in a town with rich and sad history, gorgeous buildings, and the real-est people I have ever known — I know that’s not a word, but I don’t know how else to describe it.  Some say “salt of the earth,” but I don’t actually know why that term exists.  My work is difficult but meaningful and for the most part I don’t regret leaving art and libraries behind (though occasionally I’m exhausted and fantasize about going to a darkened office and looking at art images all day — I know that wasn’t exactly what my job was like before).  I live in the most gorgeous apartment I’ve ever had, and also the second cheapest.  I hike and go running and read and make friends and cook.  It’s pretty good.

Some pictures:

IMG_2468View from my back porch

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My lovely apartment — that’s right, French doors and two bay windows.  I’m in love.  And I have unpacked in the eleven months since moving in, but I guess I haven’t taken more pictures.

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One of my new town’s quintessential headframes.  Underground mines reached as far as a mile beneath the city.  Not they’re filled with water (and toxins).

IMG_2704From a camping trip to Cliff and Wade Lakes

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I pass this scene when I go running near my house.

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Pretty doors on a mine building.  There are TONS of interesting buildings here.

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An abandoned building.

IMG_3091I finally bought a TV, and was possibly more excited about finding a suitable stand.  If anyone finds a vintage Singer treadle, let me know — that’s what I’ll put the DVD player on.

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I finally made it to Marfa, Texas.  Pictured is part of Donald Judd’s 15 untitled works in concrete, 1980-1984.

IMG_3257More Marfa — actually a few miles away, just outside of Valentine, Texas.  Elmgreen and Dragset, Prada Marfa, 2005.

 

 

 

 

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