With apologies to Edvard Grieg, I bring you our own
homegrown Mountain King....
Oh wait, before I get to that, if you read my previous post,
"House for Sale: 2bd 2 ba,ac, grt view, mtn man installed..." I
thought you'd like to take a look at the charming little house I told you
about...
Wait, sorry, wrong one. Vision from another life. I spent about five years writing for that show, but that's a
whole nuther story...make that stories.
I meant THIS little house, my ex's new place, the one that
came with the mortgage and a mountain man, plus a lotta chicken poop.
Nice, huh? But
wait, there's more...turn that around and here's the view I mentioned.
Worth a little bird crap, don't you think?
But I digress...again.
Where was I? The mountain man, inspiration for my series of drawings
celebrating another generation, Brokaw's Lost Generation, the faces of a
collective wisdom we need to treasure.
Finally finished his portrait.
And here he is...
What a face.
And what a life! We're such
a transient bunch nowadays. How
many people stay in their home more than a few years, much less grow roots and
become part of the landscape?
I don't think I can put my mountain man aside and move on to
the next in the series, not just yet. As much as he's seen in life, his boots took him every step
of the way. The boots he now has
hanging on his fence, split and sun dried, a work of art all by themselves.
A sneak peek...
Are they cool or what?
More to come.
Comments below...talk to me!
