When there are days, as my Mother used to say, "the world is going to hell in a hand basket", I take refuge in the garden. And this year despite the dry and then torrential rains with hail, she has rewarded me abundantly. These photos are the studio garden, a sloped area facing north.
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| Looking east from the upper level outside my studio. 2016 |
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| Looking west from the upper level outside J's studio, 2016 |
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| Walking down the upper slope from outside J's studio, 2016 |
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| The path to the studios, we can drive the car into this area to load work, 2016 |
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| July abundance, outside J's studio door, 2016 |
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| And looking out my studio door, 2016 |
