Ellen Lynch

Stories to inform a life.

Meet Bela, short for Belare which in Italian means, appropriately enough I can hardly stand it, "to bleat." Compared to her two kids, Andiamo (Let's go) and Eccola (Here she is), Bela has a PHD from Goat U. Pictured here, Bela has learned to stand under my studio window and bleat loudly until I pitch snacks to her. I would put her on the entrance side of the barn, away from the studio, but last year she learned how responsive I was to her ringing the doorbell.

It's Idaho,

Ellen

Late Afternoon Storm

Sometimes this place allows me to feel wonderfully insignificant and therefore completely unresponsible.

It's Idaho,

Ellen

Bob, Janet's Dad, lives in Challis, about 200 miles to the west of us. He lives in a small apartment in town, but twice a day goes up to his Rock Ranch -- 40 acres and not a tree on it -- to feed his three cats, build a fire for them if it's cold and sometimes works at his Crooked Stick Enterprise. Bob loves to climb into the hills looking for interesting sticks and rocks or whatever excuse he can find. God forbid he undertake aimless walking.

He and I share a love of all things wild and if I dream up a need for whatever he finds, he seems happy to put it all together. Whether it's the stones for my quilts or the sticks for the garden fence to keep the goats out, Bob's touch can turn a thin twig into a creative force. I simply asked him to build a fence. Being as practical as he is artistic, he added the gate -- which is as wild as he is. And at 88, he shows no sign of ever being tame.

It's Idaho,

Ellen


		Stories to inform a life. Meet Bela, short for Belare which in Italian means, appropriately enough I can hardly stand it, "to bleat." Compared to her two kids, Andiamo (Let's go) and Eccola (Here she is), Bela has a PHD from Goat U. Pictured here, Bela has learned to stand under my studio window and bleat loudly until I pitch snacks to her. I would put her on the entrance side of the barn, away from the studio, but last year she learned how responsive I was to her ringing the doorbell. It's Idaho, Ellen Late Afternoon Storm Sometimes this place allows me to feel wonderfully insignificant and therefore completely unresponsible. It's Idaho, Ellen Bob, Janet's Dad, lives in Challis, about 200 miles to the west of us. He lives in a small apartment in town, but twice a day goes up to his Rock Ranch -- 40 acres and not a tree on it -- to feed his three cats, build a fire for them if it's cold and sometimes works at his Crooked Stick Enterprise. Bob loves to climb into the hills looking for interesting sticks and rocks or whatever excuse he can find. God forbid he undertake aimless walking. He and I share a love of all things wild and if I dream up a need for whatever he finds, he seems happy to put it all together. Whether it's the stones for my quilts or the sticks for the garden fence to keep the goats out, Bob's touch can turn a thin twig into a creative force. I simply asked him to build a fence. Being as practical as he is artistic, he added the gate -- which is as wild as he is. And at 88, he shows no sign of ever being tame. It's Idaho, Ellen
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