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Horses visit cord-wood/strawbale studio

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The photo shows the horse herd that runs on the land. They actually belong to the neighbor but because there is no boundary fences are free to roam and graze where they choose.

One night I was woken from a deep sleep at 3:00 am by things crashing around on the south deck of the cabin. First thought was that a violent windstorm was happening. When I opened the door to checked on things my groggy eyes met those of the big black quarter horse stallion. He seemed as startled to see me as I was him. The crashing was the result of his mares and colts knocking coolers and various other things of the deck. Guess it was a party night for them.

 The timber-frame walls are visible in the background.  Later came the cord-wood/straw-bale infill. Guess this post falls under "stories from the land".


Art/off-Grid Living

geo duncan

For a long time I've wanted to combine my off-grid lifestyle with my art world in written form. To share with others who have an interest or passion for either one or both. Today is the day that it all comes together.

Where to start. Where I live. In Canada, Southern Alberta, In the heart of the Badlands near Drumheller world famous for it's Dinosaurs and much less famous for its medium security prison.

I came here with a load of salvaged lumber and a dream. The dream was to free myself from the burden of never ending rental costs, ever increasing utility bills, the watchful eyes in the neighborhood, the congestion of a city that had doubled in size over the last twenty years. As well I wanted to be closer to nature, to grow a garden, to smell the smoke from a wood burning fire on my clothes. And a place where my four legged friends could run free as nature intended.

More later, must return to the days work.. a combination of cabin building and garden chores.