More Dumpster Tails
Two dozen dumpsters and counting.
Aerial prints and Agent Smith’s retired RC planes fill the studio’s blank walls.
A storm took out the rotting privacy fence by the studio, so it’s replaced with a better one.
We don’t use the fireplace for fires, so I filled it with plants.
Four round cushions for the great room, which turned out to be tricky to sew.
Overgrazing is bad: what years of horses did to the land, as seen in Google Earth.
New neighbors to the east brought new livestock and fence problems.
How my office has evolved over the years, from the listing photos to today.
Bronze birds, a Curtis Jeré and other small sculptures found at auction.
Proper power at the main gate, and lights on the condor and Agatha at night.
Giant steel condor and eagle sculptures from an auction, and how we installed them.
Moving the cut-up limbs from the tree line down to the woodpile with Bambi and Dumpy.
Our beloved old fig tree, killed by the previous owners’ concrete and toppled in a storm, and the saplings that remain.
Hauling one last rusty old bathtub up from the south pasture to the north garden.
Before, during and after photos of the dirt and the pit.
The Deal with the Devil: where things stand after years of jumping through the county’s hoops.
The Deal with the Devil: the county red-tagged us, and the timeline of everything since.
The Deal with the Devil: we took in clean fill to stabilize the old pit, without knowing what it would cost us.
Reopening an old stretch of road as an emergency exit from our private roads.
What “private road” really means, and how I ended up organizing the residents to maintain ours.
The Lesser Wall of Purgatory: grading, drainage rock and soil between the new wall and the pool.
The Lesser Wall of Purgatory: quotes were too high, so we built the small wall by the pool ourselves, starting with the forms.
A year of time-lapses from the camera on the great room roof ladder, now in YouTube playlists.
Midge, our Earthroamer, was stolen from our mechanic’s yard in Livermore.
Leftover meat and fish from the fridge become a buffet for the vultures, on trail cam.
