if this land could talk.

The house has been torn down, as the bricks holding the 1830 portion, crumbled when you touched them. I know a lot of you are devistated that this home was not saved, but it would have cost millions to put it back together.




As I was walking up to see where the house once stood, I saw this, laid purposefully in the dirt. One of the demolition guys must have found it, and placed it where John would find it.


This perspective could not be seen when the house was up.


Along with the house, the old horse barn (John built) was taken down. All wood, every bed, comforter, desk, even wine bottle that was left and completely unusable was burned and buried. There is much in this ground that was once living and now once again, part of the land. It's a comforting concept to me.


All of my tops glazed, but not fired. They look like chess pieces to me.


Drew with Roxy. She thinks she is a lap dog, I can't say that we're all that discouraging.