From a moving home to Moving Pictures Gallery, the birth and re-birth of a 36' International school bus, struggling to become a green vehicle opening its doors literally to artists with something to say and those who long to hear it. Starting from scratch and loving the haters. Welcome to the happiness bus. . .

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Did I mention the documentary photographic essay of our lives in motion?

Peter Ford's bus in North Carolina - don't let the exterior fool you - it had a giant flat screen TV, leather couch, and is fully converted to veggie oil.  Peter gave us the run-down on his system and has been available by phone anytime.  Yeah, central cool is right. . .

 Ez at an archery lesson, Cub Scout campout - thanks Finnessee for taking the boys.  The community I have here already is amazing.


Me and Ezekiel at the ice cream shop inside the original small town cinema - we prefer supporting that and the drive in across the street then the newest cinematic technology. . .


Here's my Matthew and me

 Mercury in the bus, keeping me company as I wash the ceilings in preparation for painting.

 Mercury and her new sister, Haley

 Samson and I found a tomato hornworm moth in our kitchen one morning this summer.  This took up most of the morning.

Samson in an Asheville cafe before we visited Peter's bus nearby.


This poster was hanging above Samson at the cafe.  It was an auspicious sign, shortly before our meeting with Peter.  It also describes our family to a tee.  Absurdist being the first adjective. . .

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