West Coast Snow

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Mt. Ashland

I’ve come to Ashland, Oregon to ski with my brother.  Also to spend time with someone else who is ill, and to whom both he and I are very close.  Hard to say how much time she has left, so you must treat each trip like it will be the last.  I do know it’s made her very happy to have both of us with her.  Well, it’s made us happy too.

Not only does my brother ski circles around me, he also snowboards (I do not–yet), and is a rock-climbing fool.  I climb passably, but next to him I look like the flatlander I truly am.  He’s always after me to move out here.  Yeah, I’ll probably go west someday, but not until I’ve completed certain things in the arts in the Midwest. 

Feel like we’ve at last begun to achieve them on the level I first envisioned, when I opened the gallery in ’91.  Long journey since then.  An even longer one ahead of us.  That’s all right; it’s been one hell of a ride so far.

4 thoughts on “West Coast Snow

  1. Hi:

    I walked by the gallery today and noticed the ‘for lease’ sign. Where are you going to move the gallery to? I’ll really miss seeing the gallery and all of the very nice work on my walks. :(

  2. Never fear. We’re only moving to Brookside, a mile to the south. Much bigger space, which we need now. Grand opening on Friday, March 30th. My assistants will send out announcements later.

  3. Hi:

    Yea! I’ll have to modify my walking routine to go by the new location. I only live about 1 block from the Roasterie, so you’ll be even closer than you were before. Cool.

  4. “Hard to say how much time she has left, so you must treat each trip like it will be the last. I do know it’s made her very happy to have both of us with her. Well, it’s made us happy too.”

    “You have to live today to get to tomorrow…”……PC/2003..until…

    My race with life came into focus after watching my father pass at age 57. He never realized the fallacy of working to live when you “retire”. The pace quickened after seeing my mother succumb to cancer within six months of diagnosis.

    But once past these steering events, I realized that it was not a race. It was a journey without a defined end and all I needed to do was to actively live today with my dreams and goals to guide me. That gets me to every tomorrow.

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