Only 2 years apart, G grew up with his Uncle O with G’s older brother in between. Their mothers provided the three tiny children with a frying pan, some bacon & eggs, and watched as the very young boys climbed the side of the mountain behind their side by side houses. Soon there would be a small glimmer of a fire and the boys made their own breakfast. All day the boys would be immersed in their cowboy existence on that Phoenix mountain. By today’s standards the boys would be considered too young to be making a fire, climbing trails, staying on a mountain all day, shooting 22’s at an imaginary enemy. It is their experience to share and their memories together.
G’s Bronzed Boots from those days.
This week O presented G with a most extraordinary handmade knife. Using an antler and a piece of steel, he forged and polished to such a sharp edge it slices through a piece of paper so easily, sharper than a razor.When someone shares a piece of their artistic soul, their art, you just KNOW that you are holding a piece of their heart in your hand.Thank you Uncle O for such a memorable gift.
Each February vendors come to Tucson, AZ to exhibit gems, minerals, fossils, boulders, and natural art at the Tucson Gem and Mineral Show.
The logistics of shipping the tremendous amount of heavy rock always amazes me. In just a few weeks tons of material arrive in Tucson. I picture an off-balance washing machine thumping away; except its the earth wobbling from the excess weight.
I have my favorite venues. The Co-Op on Oracle Rd always has a large petrified wood room with different tables on display every year. I highly recommend hugging petrified tree millions of years old whenever one gets a chance.
My favorite room at the Co-Op has Septarian geodes from Utah. I check their room first thing on the first day as they are very popular.
The Co-Op is handicap accessible and always has fossils to see.
We tried the new venue advertised as the “upscale” 22nd street show. Not my type of product but found some interesting art!
These bat coffins are quite interesting. However pants would have been a good idea. I was not prepared to see bat genitalia so early in the morning.
Also proof that someone whacked that Geico lizard. Perhaps now we can stop contemplating why a Gecko selling insurance in the US has a UK accent and has access to Navy aircraft carriers.
In the olden days (I’d say even 10 years ago) there were only a few different venues hosting exhibits. It was easy to see in a couple of days. The fame of the Tucson Gem Show spread and now there are venues all over town.
After the 4th or 5th venue it can feel like repetition, However, treasure may be right around the corner.
I try to buy my supplies from returning vendors to show support to them for coming back each year. Half the fun of the treasure hunt is talking to the vendors and listen to their story. People come from all over the world. There are so many different paths that lead to the Gem Show!
One of the more artistic booths has unique gem inlaid pictures. Every year they exhibit and have a darkened room where the art is illuminated from behind. Impossible to capture the beauty in a photo.
When I tell the exhibitor that ‘this is always one of my favorite booths”, she animatedly responds “Oh do you posses one of our pieces?” I tell her “I wish” as I run my hand over the cool metal and stone.
One of the returning booths only sells Himalayan Salt Lamps. If you see one you want buy it because if you wait to “buy it on the way out so I can take it straight to the car” it the treasure will be gone.
There are miles and miles of beads,
Treasure hunters bring your walking shoes! There is no place like the Tucson Gem and Mineral Show.
Replenishing my supplies: Hopefully enough to get me through 2018. Until the next treasure hunt at least…
Ready to go! Excited to use some of the new product in the projects. Stay tuned to Desertwindsgallery.com
A few weeks ago we accidentally poorly timed driving across the Mexican border and ended up crossing during the busiest Sunday rush. Consequently we were delayed in line for over an hour.
We had been in line for a while. Still a long way to go as I can’t yet see the Flags. Vendors walk along selling to captives of traffic.
We had given away our food that is illegal to bring back into the U.S. (which is pretty much everything we like) We gave it to our friend Rosa who sells her delicious tamales on the beach. Time meandered way past lunchtime and we were hungry. The few gas station stores along the route didn’t sound appealing. Well, mainly because the LAST time G purchased a “Tornado Dog” (mystery meat wrapped in corn meal-supposed to be chicken) which led to an uncomfortable evening. The Tornado part of the title lived up to the name. We decided to drive the 10 miles west out of our way to Ajo, AZ. Founded 1854 . I told G “I can’t remember ever having been here before”. He tells me how he used to call on the Ajo when he was in sales in the 70″s. He held up his arm, pointed to his armpit, and says “here’s Ajo”. NOT true today! Expecting the worst, I was surprised at the cute renovations on the rows of old mining bungalows, restoration of Municipal buildings, and churches. Perhaps the most impressive is the tremendous amount of street art.Not just art, each piece was meaningful and moving. Spent so much time here studying them, wondering about the artist, feeling the pain expressed through this beauty. Viewing them I felt overwhelming sadness, pain, anger, happiness, beauty. I touched the hot brick gently perhaps trying to connect with the artist to hug them and thank them for sharing their soul. A few examples below. Unfortunately there was not a fast food establishment and our tummies are protesting noisily. Perhaps lack of a modern drive thru fast food establishment is how it should be in this antique town. We stopped at the a local spot, Agave Grill, an asian fusion restaurant and enjoyed the fresh food and local atmosphere. Full and satisfied G turned the RV around and headed east toward home talking about how Ajo. AZ was such a pleasant surprise.MORAL OF THE STORY; Don’t judge a town by the 70’s , OR- G’s armpit is more artistic and lovely than previously thought.
We stumbled across this Arizona shaped quilt on display at the Naninni Library just as the Librarian was placing it behind the glass. It was mesmerizing. The quilt focuses on Historical places in Tucson and southern AZ. Small touches & attention to detail~WOW!
Time to get Baby Blue some new shoes. Two & a quarter inch white wall American Classic tires. Mounted on chrome rims with baby moon hubs…whaaaaaaaat am I even saying right now?
So the other day G informs me that The tires on the 1951 Ford were 50 years old. See Old tires>> the 51 is his retirement project that began with a rusted out old Ford. This picture is after he had done the first layer of body work.
Then one day I pulled in the garage and the top was cut off of the old car taking up the space I park.
He told me he was going to chop it (which is apparently difficult ) & French it (which conjures other images). Then he said “Worst case we have a convertible!” This did not ease my mind, but about a year later he accomplished it.
So here it is just before paint, after hours and hours of patient body work. Lots of hours of hand sanding to get the angles right and the windows cut.
G looses track of time when he is working on the Ol’ Ford. He would sleep out there if it weren’t for me calling him in, like a mom calling a little kid playing kick the can until dark thirty on a summer night. Here he is reworking the entire wiring system.
On to the engine which he kept on a stick covered with a Toys R Us bag. (Which I found appropriate).
Then one day it was just time. Time to put the engine where it belonged. It started right away to our delight.
After a lot of hard work it turned into a beautiful piece of art.
Having old car means meet ups at burger joints and lots of discussion about flatheads, V8s , cams & other engine speak. Meanwhile I am zoning out to the 50’s music and trying to ‘fit in’.
The key to happiness may be building a custom car, who knows. All I know is it makes him happiest when he smells motor oil and hears the roar of a good strong engine. Secretly I am glad that Baby Blue needed new shoes.
G says it drives so much better he’s driving it everyday. Kachow!
Then there are the Arizona skies which never disappoint as they provide the most beautiful sunsets and sunrises from our front porch view top of the hill view.
To top it off the proprietors Gretchen and Bill are beyond hospitable.
There are special touches everywhere such as a luxurious air bubble tub complete with four choices of bubble bath, thick bathrobes, candles and lighters hanging on pretty ribbons. The kitchen equipment is fully stocked and there was even basket of fresh eggs in the refrigerator!
On to the wedding. There are many special touches with the ranch as a beautiful backdrop.
Everywhere one looks there is something special and unique to see!
Rincon Creek Ranch was a much needed retreat. The family was still feeling the loss of our patriarch two weeks prior so the relaxing reflective atmosphere was extremely healing.
For me, well, I took the time to enjoy all that Arizona nature was showing off that weekend and thought my Dad may have had something to do with it after all.
Because of Rincon Creek Ranch I was able to celebrate my niece’s special day knowing that is what my dad would have wanted for his loved ones. It’s just that kind of place. Healing, romantic, fun, delightful, and very special. I highly recommend finding time or occasion to stay at this wonderful Ranch!