So this love affair, his and mine, is to continue after all. Perhaps I will be needing that new lens...
|Fishing on a warm sunny day...|
|Playing hard to get... (He's good at that!)|
|Documentation... (Loved seeing the five together!)|
|Come on in...An old cabinet and chair for the sewing room.|
I could almost smell the sage-brush as I read and reread this passage...
"...he sometimes closed his eyes and thought of the high song the wind was singing in the straight, striped trees up in the Navajo forests...His first consciousness was a sense of the light dry wind blowing in through the windows, with the fragrance of hot sun and sage-brush and sweet clover; a wind that made one's body feel light and one's heart cry "to-day, to-day,..."
Now these folks really knew a thing or two about interior design. I think I could feel right at home here.
"...The casa grande was long and low, with glass windows and bright blue doors a portal running its full length, supported by blue posts. Under this portal the adobe wall was hung with bridles, saddles, great boots and spurs, guns and saddle blankets, strings of red peppers, fox skins, and the skins of two great rattlesnakes."
"The thick clay walls had been finished on the inside by the deft palms of Indian women, and had that irregular and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand. There was a reassuring solidity and depth about those walls, rounded at door-sills and window-sills, rounded in wide wings about the corner fire-place. The interior had been newly white-washed, and the flicker of the fire threw a rosy glow over the wavy surfaces, never quite evenly flat, never a dead white, for the ruddy colour of the clay underneath gave a warm tone to the lime wash. The ceiling was made of heavy cedar beams, over-laid by aspen saplings, all of one size, lying close together like the ribs in corduroy and clad in their ruddy inner skins. The earth floor was covered with thick Indian blankets; two blankets, very old, and beautiful in design and color, were hung on the walls like tapestries..."