More art and one tired dog

Yesterday was a busy day. I went up to Fallbrook to finish a sculpture (poured in February at the iron pour) and Bob took Elly to the beach. Kate went to a study session. Bob, Elly, and I argue about who had the best day; we all know it was better than Kate’s. Elly was a tired happy dog; here she is sleeping through an investigation of a cat.

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Anyway, after several hours of hard labour; I got the sprues and ceramic off my log. This had been an old piece of wood found by my parents at their ranch. Brought it home, washed it, and an went with Bob out to the Mother Earth Brewery. A couple hours later it was rusted. The results are beautiful. Here are the photos.

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Author: Heres to ART not Cockroaches

Welcome to my life. My life as a mom is changing as the kids grow up, leave home, and build their own lives. This gives me a chance to rebuild myself as an artist, develop a spiritual path, and most fun of all, start going out on dates with my husband. Come here the stories about the small things in life that can make one very happy. Dogs running on a beach, great breakfast dates, kids and their adventures, and my own adventures in this wacky life. I'll share some of my progress in learning art while juggling a full time job as an engineer. And best of all, it's a chance for me to practice writing stories while keeping in touch with my kids. I look forward to hearing from you. Comments, thoughts, and invitations to meet for coffee are all welcomed. Enjoy the stories.

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