3D printed Android models. Got a printer and wanted to test it out. I came up with this concept of a black skeleton and clear skin, I sanded the finish of the clear layer to give it warn look.
Someone has been setting up these beautiful natural wreaths on a picnic table in the park. I am guessing that these are related to the memorial plaque, but not sure. Hopefully, I will meet this artist someday and have the opportunity to thank them.
Update: I met the woman who is placing these wreaths. Her name is Dotty and this table was put here in memory of her late husband!
She tells me that sometimes people add to her creations, but if she doesn’t like them, she throws them out. Her right, she is the boss!
A very touching story. I am looking forward to chatting with her again.
She was quick to point out that these were upside down! (now fixed)
SANCTUARY OF THE MANOA VALLEY
High above the noise and frantic energy of Honolulu, a century-old banyan tree serves as the spiritual and structural backbone for a series of interconnected dwellings known as “. The Treehouse.” Attached to the open lanai of a Japanese style home and looking down onto the beaches of Waikiki, this is a network of people focused on the future and living in harmony with their surroundings.
A Living Jungle
SIX STORIES ABOVE THE FOREST FLOOR
From the street, what looks to be a typical suburban home gives way to a structure that defies any sense and what we are accustomed. Visitors are met with familiar furnishings that transition seamlessly into a living jungle. There are no double-paned windows or plaster walls to offer protection. This is life in the raw, at the center of an unruly and electrified natural world. High above a tropical river, hand-crafted structures are strung together with vines and intuition, thin mosquito nets offering little comfort against strong winds and a teeming ecosystem. Here you are vulnerable, one amongst thousands of creatures out to survive the night.
This adventure requires the trust of a guide and whatever battery is left on your cell phone. There are several levels, some more sturdy than others, some only accessible to those who are athletic enough to reach them. It is up to the visitor how far this goes, every step over sixty feet in the air. When the night finally relents, a chorus of birds takes center stage, leaving those who stay relieved and thankful to be a part of the natural world.
LIVING WITH THE ENVIRONMENT
The treehouse stands in opposition to a selfish and myopic society with those who come here dedicated to improving the environment and our communities. The dwellings, fishnets, rope bridges, everything that you encounter has been reclaimed from the ocean. At times, it is hard to distinguish where the recycling ends and the tree begins. There are no right angles here, only twisting stairways and relics of faded decades. Staying as nature’s guest leaves a lasting impression of conservation, making do with what we have and hope for the future.
The Town that Gold Built
TWO GENERATIONS THEN GONE
Rumor has it that everyone in the town of Golden, Oregon died sometime in the mid-1800s. Miners had run to the neighboring Salmon River for more lucrative pursuits, leaving the settlement nearly abandoned. Chinese immigrants who were no longer needed to squeeze wealth from ever-dwindling claims took residence in this now abandoned frontier town. Without regional support, they fell on increasingly hard times. Story has it, that malnourished and desperate from months of starvation, they resorted to feasting on poisonous lizards gathered from the nearby creek, an unfortunate and deadly decision.
It is impossible to verify some events in American settler history. Much of what we know comes to us as a patchwork of myth and folklore. Nobody knows exactly what happened to the Chinese population of this early mining town, but there is no question about the hardships they faced. In one of the most brutal injustices in the Northwest United States, and not far from the town of Golden, thirty-four Chinese gold miners were ambushed and killed by horse thieves and schoolboys from Wallowa County. Although the incident was investigated and suspects brought to trial, nobody was ever punished for the crime. Over time, this massacre, along with countless other injustices have been swept into history and entirely forgotten.
Many believe Golden to be haunted, with sightings and ghost stories having been reported for decades. If you visit Golden, take the time to sit alone in the town church. Even if you don’t believe that malicious spirits occupy the places where people meet with untimely ends, it is hard not to feel the presence of the former residents. Baptisms, marriages, funerals, everything important that happens, happened here, taking place under the wooden cross that still stands above the pulpit.
A Wild West
OUR RECENT HISTORY
We place the Wild West as ancient history in our minds, but this is all recent history. It was our own ancestors who were walking through saloon doors, riding horse-drawn carriages, and reading by candlelight. Golden had everything society demands, a schoolhouse, courthouse, post office, and general store. There was no alcohol here, however. This was a religious town that at one time was home to two churches and only 150 people. A dance hall was built outside the city limits, providing much-needed relief to hard-working miners. Stories tell of local women coming on party nights to chant away the evil spirits.
Walking through Golden helps humanize the past. Although styles and technology often change, important things do not. This community lasted for only 80 years, appearing with the discovery of gold and vanishing in its absence. The last people to permanently reside here were at the turn of the century, but their memory remains, with some tombstones in the small graveyard dating to modern times.
The American West is peppered with abandoned towns such as these. They stand as monuments to impermanence and how we are always striving for a better life. Each has its own peculiar history, much of which has been rewritten or forgotten. Very few struck it rich. Many more suffered long winters, with nothing to show for their efforts.
The lure for easy money brought many to towns like Golden, but for most this was a difficult and unforgiving life.