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Home on Guadalupe Trail.
Los Ranchos, New Mexico.
At least - it WAS home for 20 years.
We sold and gave away everything, and became "homeless on a global scale".
(-Not my phrase, but - appropriate-)
Well, except for Maggie May.
But I was always open to the idea of leaving.
Ready to pack up and - hit the road.
View from my bench most mornings - with a sketchbook and a cup of coffee.
Cleo waited in a warm spot for us to return.
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The house was an old adobe, so shelves hung from the wooden ceilings. |
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It was an excellent kitchen for cooking. People gathered there naturally, although it was small. |
Lots of old style architecture there.
"And when the snow comes falling down, I get the urge for going..."
Update - as of 2021-!
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Stan's "garden sculpture" in the back. Home for found objects and old tools. ![]() |
"And when the snow comes falling down, I get the urge for going..."
- Joni Mitchell
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Cleo never ventured too far from home. A homebody cat. |
And now...we have a new "home".
On a boat! Maggie May.
On the Canal du Midi. In the south of France.
Update - as of 2021-!
We now have yet ANOTHER wonderful home -
The ART HOUSE!
More on that - here...