Oregon

Pictures from Oregon this summer (LINK). That's where Noah and Tegan (Martha's step-brother and his wife) live. What a cool state they live in. Volcanoes, high desert, ancient forests, misty coastal towns, pedestrian friendly cities, good food and beer... What more could a man want?

Kalifornia

Some pictures from our West Coast trip this summer (LINK). Why the fuck did I not take some pictures on the beach at Redwood Forest National Park? Idiot. Beautiful place. The weather was so interesting, and emotional to be honest.

Door

Martha found this amazing old door (LINK) in an alley in our neighborhood. I am in the process of building it into a new closet for our foyer. That's right, the Dunne's have a foyer, not a hall. Hall's are for common folk.

Tiny House 2

Ideas are forming for this next big project. This will be the adult version of the playhouse already built (LINK) for the kids.

Slowly but surely found/donated/salvaged/swiped/whatever building materials are finding their way from the streets into my car and then to the shed, the final holding place for all the beautiful things the city has given to me.

I have pretty much decided on the proportions of the front elevation, 4' x 7'. Not sure on depth yet. Maybe 6'.

Sitting on an idea for a few months before executing it is almost as pleasurable as enjoying the finished project. I am learning patience. Stupid mistakes and the resulting sadness can be avoided this way. Small mistakes still find their way into the job but those are important.

Not with it

Sometime in 2005 we "dropped out" of popular culture. The Dunne's don't own a TV. Correct, there is no television in our house. Again, there is no device within our four walls that contains a cathode ray tube. We are still unsure what was so popular about that culture.

How do we live? Like feckin' animals (LINK)... and we love it.

Erik Otto

We nearly bought some work by Erik Otto ((LINK), (LINK)) this summer on our trip to the west coast. I still need to write a story about the trip because it was bloody fantastic. The hostel in San-San-Sico (as Elise calls it) that we stayed in was one block away from a new gallery where we saw the Otto show.

The quality and originality of the work nearly brought tears to me eyes. I'm weak like that. When you haven't got the words to express how you feel you may as well cry like a girl.