3-4-2011 Under the Freeway, Over the Tracks

Went exploring a little bit after meeting my cousin Vicki at Placer Arts to show her Beauty in the Breakage. She and her husband Brett had apparently beaten me there by a few minutes, they had seen my show already. Which is good! Perhaps they shared some candid remarks amongst themselves before le artiste could show up and censor their true feelings. Anyway, I took em back inside and turned on my carefully pointed spotlights so they could TRULY experience the show. Hah!

As I was saying, while I was waiting for my other cousin Elia to get off work, I eventually found myself down on the railroad tracks in this cavernous overpass built to accompany seven lanes of traffic above and large trains below. It was an imposing place. There is a possibility that I am becoming obsessed with it.
A good possibility.

6-29-2010 Frank, Hank, and the Search for Water

We spent some time today looking for the pipe that brings water to our house from a canal. It is an interesting prospect, the one thing we need above all else is piped underground some 500 feet to our house from a simple cement ditch that again is sourced from somewhere far away. The two men pictured in the driveway are my father Michael (left) and our neighbor Carl, our pipe runs through his property and Michael is convinced we have a leak, so Carl was showing us around in an attempt to find the leak.

























The dogs name is Hank. It is a perfect name for such a huge lummox child dog. See that thing he is chewing on? It's a fence. I'm smitten. Such is my sentiment for every dog I've ever met.











The other man in the pictures is our direct neighbor Frank Herrera. He is either first generation or immigrated from Mexico. Frank worked for Union Pacific as some type of machinist for thirty years. They transferred him all the way to Denver a few years before he would be eligible for retirement, but they couldn't shake him. He called their bluff and they transferred him back quickly. Now he spends his days driving to various dumps and scrapyards, buying more stuff for projects around his house. He built a fence in the middle of his asphalt driveway, just to use the parts and for something to do. Some people never truly retire.