I first met Tatt2 Tammy in the 1990s on the road between Cerrillos and Madrid, NM, where she'd created a large outsider art installation called Tiny Town. Her creations from found objects included lots of bones and sometimes roadkill, plus a number of dioramas--scenes from her life and psyche. When I took the above photo, she was in a happy place, having found love with the cowboy to her left, and was all too pleased to let me and Maggie roam around and take photos on her property. But in late 2008, her landlord locked her out and she burned everything on the property. Tiny Town was, sadly, history.
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A River to Skate Away On
When you wake up to 5 degrees that feels like -1, your thoughts naturally turn to being outdoors. OK, I love cold a lot more than your ave...
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This is the first in what may become a series of posts called Requiems, about people I have lost. Cheryl It was winter 1985, and my m...
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After the last post, I found I needed a bit of reassurance that books aren't really going away. A few dozen Googles later, I see growing...
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When you wake up to 5 degrees that feels like -1, your thoughts naturally turn to being outdoors. OK, I love cold a lot more than your ave...