Is this dada-ist art? Clock Head.

Is this dada-ist art? Clock Head.

Nothing beats the scent, taste, and feel of salt water on a summer evening on the coast of Maine. I enjoyed the ocean’s edge at Deer Isle tonight. Delicious.



Alison and I just checked into our accommodations at El Cosmico in Marfa, TX. We can’t wait for our first night in a tin can!

Apparently, Carol sweared that Grandma Hughes lived in a Kozy Coach just like this one…

Another of the trailers for rent by the night at El Cosmico (the cubic shapes next to both trailers are the outdoor! showers):
Beside the Rio Grande on March 19th, we picnicked on canned fish, tortillas, dried fruit, and cabbage salad with raisins.


Later we soaked in a natural hot spring next to the river, which was only about 15 feet wide at that point, and only knee deep.


View of Chisos mountains from our lodge at Big Bend National Park.

Wendell and Carol of Windswept Lane hosting Alison and Eric of Windswept Farm.
After we left Wendell and Carol, Eric and Alison drove the length of SC from Greenville to Beaufort. Here’s a couple of photos of us on the beach at Fripp Island where Alison’s dad lives.

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What a great guy.
Saturday September 10, 2011, a group of John’s friends and family gathered to remember John.
John’s ashes were laid to rest in Cohasset Massachusetts, overlooking Little Harbor and Paula’s childhood home.
It was a beautiful day.
He is missed.

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