And now for something completely different.

Back in the murk and dazzling spotlights of the "Little Theatre" in Los Alamos. Now it's J.B. Priestley's "An Inspector Calls". First rough for the set. Lots of elements missing. Just wanted to get a general idea of how things might look -- pastel walls, bright detail (minimal in quantity), all-black (men) and very colorful (women) costumes to be set against some bland surfaces. Click below for complete image:
 

More rebar

Landscape strictly divided by upright rebar:

Below, the entire piece. In the background, the highest piece of ground on the left (the knob, as we know it) is the site of "Arc", not visible in poor resolution provided by camera. The rebar is clad in rubber tubing and painted silver.
Both this piece and the Arc need to be relocated. Also, they both need to be in a different context. Standing alone, looming over the landscape is not the assigned mission for either of them. The upright rebar could live without the bendy bit at the top and, as it now stands :) is a model for an installation of which it would be an element. More about that later. I am preparing extensive verbiage and diagrams of proposal.

Arc (Rebar 1)

Up on the knob, overlooking a vast landscape.
This is a long piece of rebar with a section of rubber hose drawn over it, sprayed silver.
My original intention was to have a tall vertical piece, made of similar materials, standing in the same location, but I did not take into account the flexibility of the material (depth of burial, width of rebar, max height, etc.). I will have to try the same project with different material on same site, perhaps replacing current installation (since the site is so great), then I'll move this piece to another location.

Issues

I'm in a posting slump.
This happens whenever I open a word processor, and start to work on my fiction. This time I have taken care to post a revision to the opening of "Islington"     (Short stories essays) >>>
I have been moving in the direction developed here. same story, sort of, but a completely different concept.
My latest installations are incomplete. I will photograph them when they develop to the point of structural stability and some interest.

If it's not one thing, it's another.

Now it is the smoke.
Inspiring statistics: largest forest fire in NM since the Ice Age. Right on our doorstep. The road to Los Alamos is closed (town evacuated), Carol and Lizzie lingering at home, I do no art when people are around.
Shy?
Lizzie is inspired: Let's hit the road. Let's go to Denver. Let's go to Las Vegas. We'll take all the cameras, you can take lots of pictures.
Yeah, right. Thanks.
The smoke comes only in the mornings; it clears before noon leaving us with a regular scorching summer day. There were signs of rain yesterday. Clouds swirled ominously overhead (or was that billowing smoke?), big blobs of water splashed down here and there, hissing and evaporating as they hit the parched ground. No relief for the few veg that dared rear their tender little stems into the arid air. Something ate the geranium, which stood outside.