Roadshow

Just before we left Tennessee, the sculptor, Brad, swung by for a look at the oak tree and a chat about where we might go from here.

It was our last day to nail things down, and we'd packed the day full of appointments and errands. He had the 11:30 slot.

Late start from Cookeville, so he called to push it back to 12:30. Engine in his van overheated, so it got later. He finally arrived at about 3:30, and I understood why he needed the van.

He'd brought a dozen or so pieces to give us the full flavor of his work, which you just can't get in a photo -- though this one shows a piece in holly wood (that antlerish thing in the middle -- amazing color!) and a "bowl" on the right with one of his signature orbs.

Robert had to scoot into town before the full sculpture show, so I'm blowing up the pictures I took on the big digital screen down here to
. . . give him the flavor of Brad's work.

Which you just can't get in a photo.