So I’ve been working on the inside of the yurt to turn it into a studio gallery. Got some lights up and got some semi-transparent panels (biodegradable corroplast) mounted to hang work on. In real life it isn’t quite as cool as the picture, but I’m so tired of being intimidated by all the impossibly clean, anally precise, geometrically elegant images I see coming from those damn Dutch designers that I’ll let it pass for what it looks like. You’ll have to come by and check it out yourself if you doubt it.
And then there’s the grounds outside the yurt…
This is a subset of our local flash crop mob: Linda, Lynn and Ann plus a whole flock of dogs (Maggie, Gerret and Girlfriend). They represent a local group of folks who have nothing better to do with their time then to help other folks with large tedious jobs like picking up huge quantities of sticks and downed limbs in our woods leading up to the yurt just so it looks a little bit better. This is how they spent their Labor Day weekend.
Are they a warm-hearted altruistic bunch? Do they represent a vanishing set of values in this crazy world? Are these the kinds of young folks you wish your sons and daughters would marry? (I mean assuming you’re now in your 80s and your kids are single and pushing 60.) Well so it would seem, unless you follow them after the sun goes down…
