Dutton Hill

On a hill in Maine there are chickens and goats and though my body be elsewhere, my heart there eternally remains.

Hot Stuff!

I roasted tomatoes and a medley of hot peppers over a wood fire and then threw them all into a pot with water and a soup bone and simmered it all day.  

Oh, the joy a popsicle can bring!  And he liked it, too.  
Cherries, black berries, strawberries, in the blender, to the freezer and shazam!

Oh, the joy a popsicle can bring!  And he liked it, too.  

Cherries, black berries, strawberries, in the blender, to the freezer and shazam!

Tomato

War scared, this warrior braved attacks of horned worms, leaf fungus, and heavy rains.  Surprisingly, we did alright despite my being out of town until the end of June. Beth was busy taking care of the children and had little to tend the garden.  Oh, but didn’t it taste good!

Break it.

Today on Dutton Hill:

I’ve started a new project among the many I have going.  This one, of the creative flavor- inspired by the table I built while in NYC the last 6 months for work.

 I’m going to attempt to make a version of said table completely of stone.  But, assembled in the way you would use wood.  Only, different.  Because, its not wood- its stone.

Form follows function.. Sort of like the bronze ritual vessels from Shang Dynasty China- how they were designed like the former clay versions. 

First, to split a boulder I’ve been saving for the day I had a worthy idea.  I hope this is that.

Encouraged by a first success. 

Our friend Mykel lives next door.  He’s working on hatching and breeding heritage chickens.  Here he is with a favorite Rooster while I test my lighting for an upcoming commission.

Our friend Mykel lives next door.  He’s working on hatching and breeding heritage chickens.  Here he is with a favorite Rooster while I test my lighting for an upcoming commission.

It’s been a lovely couple of weeks home  between assignments.  Getting to know my children again and watch them grow.  Sad to be going back to the city tomorrow.

It’s been a lovely couple of weeks home  between assignments.  Getting to know my children again and watch them grow.  Sad to be going back to the city tomorrow.

Farm plates for our van that won’t pass inspection any more so we can still go get hay and feed.

Farm plates for our van that won’t pass inspection any more so we can still go get hay and feed.

(Source: worldontheroad)