Eleanora Eden on sat 2 apr 05
>Date: Wed, 30 Mar 2005 08:01:11 -0500
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>Tuesday March 29
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>Thanks to the magic of cyberspace I am writing from our camper
>parked outside of Peter King's studio in Pensacola, FL. Just
>figured out we are on-line here, compliments of his wireless hub
>like we have at home.
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>We are taking a lot of pictures and notes and I think we will leave
>here with what we need to get started. I am trying to visualize my
>first projects so I will be able to get advice on those before we
>leave. I had thought I would start with an arch, a bench, and a
>fireplace. I now think I will try to do two fountains, one inside
>and one outside.
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>Peter and his amazing architectural ceramics. Peter King is really
>in a class by himself. Educated in religion and having done wide
>researches into architectural creativity, he has so many threads at
>his fingertips he is really a phenomenon. He has lots of books on
>Gaudi and his disciple as well as on art nouveau architecture from
>all over. This guy has done his homework.
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>Although group dynamics aren't my thing, I am really glad to be
>here. He is a mechanical wizard as well and Fred is soaking all
>that up. I would just not have been able to report this stuff to
>him. So it is worthwhile that Fred is here too. That was the plan
>but I had no idea the scope of the machinery Fred will be in the
>position to supply our studio as a result of this exposure. Peter
>built his own clay mixer and his mold press is of the auto shop
>variety that Fred thinks he can manage to scrounge. Just lots of
>stuff that Fred is soaking up that is beyond me.
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>This is a residential neighborhood about a mile from a bayou and
>about 2 from downtown. We can do practically everything we want on
>our bikes and have no plans to move the camper until we leave on
>Sunday. Restaurants tucked here and there. A bike store down the
>street (we got headlights) and a hardware store across the street.
>A small deli where we can buy milk (for herself) and eggs.
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> As our daughter has her own cats now and as Zsa-Zsa doesn't do the
>social thing except with me, we had no choice but to launch her
>career as a camper kitty. I was worried that she would be trying to
>make her escape at any opportunity like at home. Au contraire! She
>burrows down into the pillows and all you can see is her ears except
>at night when she comes out to watch from the open windows and run
>around and do her eating. She has no intention of going anywhere
>near the door.
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