After nearly a year of disability I was able to put my shoulder to the test. For those of you that know me or have been following, I had major surgery on my right shoulder August last.
My arm is still not 100%. My physical therapist cleared me to kayak (not white water) as it is good exercise to help return full motion to my arm.
It is the very end of snowbird season here in the East Valley, so we ventured out to the lakes today. Weekends are usually tough as the locals come out to play. We decided to come out in the afternoon rather than try the early morning, hoping that the early risers would be leaving as we arrived. Our plan paid off, as there was plenty of parking available.
Boulder Creek and Canyon Lake were full of weekenders. On the drive in we passed snowbird after snowbird towing their boats out. Hasta la vista, baby.
I finally had the chance to try out my new camera – not the Nikon D70, that is too expensive to risk a drink in the lake. I bought an inexpensive Polaroid ISO48 compact waterproof point and shoot. At less than $40, it would not hurt so bad if it ended up at the bottom of Canyon Lake. And it takes surprisingly good photos.
I still have to figure out how to change the date stamp. And since it takes two Double-A batteries, you would do well to have a lot of spares if you are planning on more than a couple hours on the water.
The operating instructions are a bit convoluted but for $40 what do you expect? I am happy with the maiden voyage.
The water level on the lake and creek were much higher than I’ve seen in the past. Ducks swam past us, unafraid of people. My guess is that they get fed a lot. Fish jumped from the water around us.
The water was a bit choppy, and gusts of wind made for an interesting afternoon. All in all it was good to be back on the water after well over a year.
It has been over a month since I have had time to revisit the site. Every weekend has been scheduled full with events. Winter, in Arizona, is everyone else’s summer. March is winding down, and the snowbirds are migrating back home. Continue reading “Superstition Sawblade Clocks”
It has been a hectic and busy month. I have been negligent with updates on the site. It is a beautiful Sunday afternoon, perfect to enjoy a cold beer under my ramada and catch up on tasks.
The exhibit at Gallery One-Oh-One is up for another week. There is still time to catch the show, an exhibition of five talented artists. After this show, the experiment that we called Take Five Artists comes to a screeching halt.
No worries, you will still be able to see the artists in local exhibits. Liz Nicklus and I have begun moving in a different direction. We will continue exhibiting locally in the East Valley and beyond. I promise to be more diligent in keeping this site up to date. I am also in the process of reviving our Independent Artist Studios website. More on that in the near future.
Next month begins a series of shows in this new year. Take Five Artists have a group exhibit at One-Oh-One Gallery in Mesa, AZ.
I will be debuting my abstract pieces primarily, The last time I showed at this gallery I exhibited mostly 3-dimensional pieces. In February it will be all oil paintings, both abstract and abstract-expressionist paintings.
Cleator, AZ is a town with about 8 year round residents. Established in 1864 as a placer mine railroad station named Turkey Creek, it is now a tourist stop on the way to Crown King.
The town boasts a general store and bar, home of the Cleator Yacht Club. Situated at the edge of the Prescott National Forest, Cleator is a quirky place.
The bar owner/bartender is friendly, and happy to talk to you for as long as you are willing to listen.
We made a detour on our way home from Sedona because I had heard a lot about this town, and wanted to see what $999,000 would buy. Yeah, that’s right, the entire town is for sale.
We arrived shortly before 11am on a Monday morning. We were a bit concerned that the bar might not even be open. As I started taking photos, the owner came out and said that taking pictures in the bar was free!
We ordered cold beers, and wandered around the back patio area. In short order, five locals and three tourists arrived. Not bad considering you have to drive a half hour over unimproved roads to reach the town. Immediately upon exiting I17, the pavement ends, and you pass over a series of cattleguards as you traverse property owned by cattle ranches.
Switchbacks, a lack of guardrails, a one lane bridge and washboard roadway makes for slow going. However, it is possible to take a sedan to your destination, and that cold beer waiting at the end of the journey makes it all worth it.