The Wanderer

I’ve long been wanting to visit the old cemetery out in Oro Grande and today became that day. The mothership happened to be in town, so I dragged her along too.

The town of Oro Grande dates back to 1852 with the founding of a trading post along the Mojave River. Gold mining operations began shortly after. During the early 1900’s, a cement factory was built, which still runs today. You can see it in the background, below.


Soon after entering the gates of the cemetery we were greeted by the caretaker, a friendly and very informative gentleman. He actually grew up there and lives in the house his father had built, just down the road. He told us various stories of some of the people buried there and showed us all the plots with actual foot or headstones. Before we left he gave us both souvenir pins, which are actually pretty cool!


Down on the main road, which once was Route 66, there were a handful of business in operation, mostly antique stores and there were of course abandoned ones too.

The “Mohawk” service station.

Bank of Oro Grande

Speaking of those antique shops, I couldn’t resist bringing these two pieces home with me.

I’m a sucker for military styling and most anything with superb details, these had both. I could live without the fringe, but for the impeccable condition and the fact they fit like they were made for me, I chose to overlook it. I may one day decide to part with one or both of these, but for now, I’m impatiently waiting for Fall.

Overall today was tops. It was incredibly beautiful out, the kind of day that makes living here so worth it and I got to cross another ghouly adventure off my to-do list.

Little Wonder 

Sometimes the things of the world become too much to bear, or so it feels. Then the world snacks you in the face and reminds you it’s not all bad. Case in point, my little late bloomer cactus finally opened up today!

In the crazy, mixed up place this planet can be, it’s the little things that begin to mean the most.

Suture Up Your Future 

After a day at my bench, melting and rolling metal, my evening will be spent organizing embroidery floss. It’s the land of excitement over here, let me tell you. 

Im doing this in preparation for a few hand embroidered pieces I’m set to make. Pulling the floss from the wrappers drives me nuts and these plastic guys save time and frustration in the long run. It’s also somewhat meditative, so there’s that.


The day has come, I’m finally going to start doing more with this website. I have several ideas that have been swirling around and are about to come out on these pages. For now, here’s a picture I took, of one of the many abandoned homesteads in Wonder Valley, California.


It should be noted, that if you see any pictures posted here that you like and would like a print of, feel free to contact me and I’ll happily give you all the info on how to make that happen.