the north end, lots of darling frame modest homes and sheds and all, with lovely natural non-manicured green spaces - Taylor Tom and I lived nearby, this is just up the street from Greg's.  The folks are often artisans, carpenters, mechanics, builders, along with all the other occupations.  we all love these kinds of locations, getting more rare all the time!


I so appreciate all the kind warm feelings coming to us.  we all have lost family members, somehow it will always feel like the first raw time i think.


(the extra - we picked up Greg's remains, and created a little alter, the coffins were ones he selected from a mammoth project i did for a year, one a day, when Bush attacked Iraq, each devoted to some kind of loss, with a one line poem on the back; the photo i took years ago when we were backpacking; and one of his oh so many antique tools, a plane)