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PROGRAMMING NOTE from the Author and Archivist


So obviously I just stopped blogging on this platform. I'll get back to it eventually. Or not. I'm taking a break from all social media. It seemed necessary for my mental health.

The last few years have been busy and … challenging:

- 2015 Happened.
- 2016 Let's call it The Lost Year. (Obviously words failed me.)
- 2017 about broke me. Literally. Mentally.
- 2018 was ridiculous, proving 2017 was just a warm up. (Good thing I was already broken so it couldn't hurt as much.#2018TrashCanFire I thought things were going okay, but maybe not?)

- 2019 was such a blur. I know there were highlights, but then stuff happened and carried into the next year...

- And then in March#2020 really took a turn. Who can even categorize 2020? Do we dare?


I kinda want a do-over of some of the last few years. But life doesn’t work that way.


So for now, I'm hunkering down. Regrouping. Trying to stay safe and sort some stuff out.


Stay safe everyone. Stay well.

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Sunday, January 27, 2013

Junk or Art: Who's to say?

Out in Hurricane, Utah is a 'fine' establishment called Ugly Trailor Antiques .. home to, well, ugly antiques. However, if you look down at the side of the porch ... you'll see ... this
Look closely and the chaos will resolve into little scenes.
Hey, a little lady .. and sailor boy
This panel seems to be thematic.
Mr. Marlboro Man's right foot is walking away from the rest of him (look more closely).
 I kind of want the horse tile, not to mention the buffalo.

These are just a few feet of the panel. I need to go back and spend some time really examining the piece -- if I don't get distracted by the 'junk,' the used bookstore across the parking lot, as well as the other gently used antiques.

Is it junk? Is it art? It's up to you to decide.

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