Summer 2012

Next on the list for restoration and reuse. The old loft will become a multi-purpose workshop. The lower lever, typical farm use for tractors, tools and a small welding shop. The back side of the barn on both levels of the extension to the original building, will be opened for use as outdoor work decks and lounge areas.

You may recall seeing the photograph of the ramshackled room below in an earlier posting. Things have changed. Although unfinished details remain, it's clear we've made substantial progress, and have been successful in our attempts to rescue the old Farthing Shack. The entire team is pleased, and everyone involved deserve high praise for what they've done. However, there can be no question, none of this would have been possible without the generous, caring efforts of W. Ellis & J.T. Galloway. It has to be said: good design doesn't have a chance without skilled, dedicated craftsmanship. My hat's off to you both!

Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home

A seed

Collection of Little Plants

After Driving All Night

Dawn, Ft. Lauderdale, FL

Around 5.30am, on a small street facing East. The sun is about to break over the horizon. Everything is quiet, humid and uncomfortable. It'll be in the high 90's today, and this is as comfortable as the day will be. Within a couple hours this street will be noisy, loud and rushed. People will be prowling for parking, and enough meter time to get dry cleaning dropped off and a few gift cards to send. By noon it'll rain, monsoons of water. This street will be flooded, and hard to cross on foot. Just beyond the far building is a canal. It'll heave with big boats, to cumbersome for their own good. On the docks, 3' long Iguana, too menacing to pass, to ugly to ignore. This is South Florida. It is as rippled and worn as this picture, as indiscernible as it's image. It isn't what it appears to be.

Facing South - 285 degrees +-

Taken from general area building site.

This Afternoon

Fall colors are everywhere!

Road Home

There are endless reasons to be grateful. Even an old dirt path.

What would life be like if instead of struggling against everything uncomfortable and strange we sought to understand it, and allow it to inform and enrich our life? Is it possible there are forces greater than we’re able to imagine, perhaps with a better view of who and what we are, and of what would make us truly happy?
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People everywhere speak of God, or faith, of being spiritual or of enlightenment, insisting just as often they know the meaning of life, human existence and divine purpose. But how can it be, that so many billions of people, throughout human history, can know divine truth with such certainty while leaving in their wake such suffering that any divine, enlightened source would scarcely be able to endure, to survive such imagining?
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Perhaps our difficulties are rooted in our certainties? After all, we barely know anything other that what we’ve been exposed to, and what we’ve been taught.
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I have found my greatest joy in uncertainty and the greatest adventure in openness. Now, I see that life is and has always been perfect, and that my deepest suffering has always been rooted in seeing imperfections where they didn’t exist.

Salute to Becky's Adventures & Winter Travels

Peter Rolfe - Five Paintings