A photo( and occasional sketch) diary to monitor my culture shock from my move from a West Coast urban city to a beautiful and very small rural community in The Great North West. ***Click on pics for larger image. Updated every week, if we're lucky.***

Thursday, May 17, 2007

49. First Big Spring



Even though there's still snow on the far mountain, it's finally warm enough to dig around in the garden. Que and I, along with the rest of the town go into a landscaping and gardening frenzy. I draw out the ''s" shaped paths and new garden beds with wheat flour, then cut them into pie wedges. Que digs the turf out with a shovel and makes a berm. I look up a really interesting Xericscape co-op in Boise where I pick up low water and native plants such as lamb's ears, fescues, a mock orange, seafoam sagebrush, hardy lavenders, and flats of wooly thyme.

















Click image to read mural. Do you think the muralist was stoned? Que and I plan to sneak over there at night with a bucket of paint and shorten it to it's correct porportion, as well as change it to "the Gods'" to represent the multitude of faiths. Maybe not.






Our friend of the family, KT comes for a visit for the weekend. On Mother's day, we celebrate 'positive female role model day' with brunch at our friends and their parents at a house overlooking the valley. The following are pics from KT's visit to the El Big, as well as a few from Boise after dropping her off at the airport.


Boise's Basque Museum giftshop



A few shots of the nearby art colony town of Josephine and their obsessive bronze wildlife street art collection...


Yes, that's a real bristle cone pine. I think it resembles one of those fake trees used for disguising cell phone antennas.
This one's not even worth rotating.


This one's for Hillside!



















Ladies and gentlemen—the valley's first straw bale constructed house!


























Ultra unbelievable. Occasionally a site like this sends me back into a temporary state of culture shock. I make Que turn the car around so I can get a closer look. The last time I saw a one was in a small, middle class primarilly Caucasian, conservative neighborhood in California in about 1972. I can remember driving around with my father in his stationwagon and listening carefully to him explain why they're considered offensive.








Unagi in Boise?!


Resin Buddha says, "Bathroom is through the hall and to your left."



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