Dad examines my unfortunate 6th grade picture, at Jill and Eric's guesthouse.
Perfectly provisioned.
And cute.
The studio of Jill McElmurry.
This is a photograph of Jill's grandmother, and Jill's drawing of it. Cool, huh?
View from their little courtyard.
I gave my dad the camera, which means a whole bunch of dog pictures followed.
The way to their roof.
View from the roof.
These elms are a scourge, apparently. But shade is nice.
Where Eric houses his motorbikes.
Dad and one of Eric's newer toys.
La Casita
Some 300+ year old irrigation system...Jill and Eric use it to flood their yard. Ask Eric about it.
Making martinis.
The neighbors
The drive from ABQ to Durango. I learned about pueblos and fugitive dust.
Tattoo research.
The SW is nutty.
Day 1. Clean pants.
Logistical team.
Eric and Dad.
Bad food. Dad, Julie, Chris, Julie's dad Rich, Eric, Tess, Rebecca.
The Strater Hotel in Durango is awesome.
Eric, Rebecca, Jules, Julie, Me, Chris, Tess, Rich, at some weird hot springs.
Drinkin beer.
This group likes its booze.
For Bob.
Rebecca's rack has an important message.
The complete group...me, always looking like I'm mackin on JC.
Tess's dad Hans and wife Joan.
Jill says, The Tess wress-ling photo was described to me thus: Tess is holding your camera or rather your phone up in the air and you are grabbing her around the waist saying, "give me that!" At this moment a picture is snapped. You then say, upon seeing the picture "that didn't just happen!" and then, (upon seeing your relative stature), "I'm a midget!"
Tess doin that telemark thing.
Julie says, "The nursing dog picture from Monument Valley may make an appearance in a painting soon."
Art in the ABQ airport. The End.
