Rounding out a week of posts from in and around our shop compound, here's a last look for now. Clockwise from top left: the corner of the canopy over the pad—rusting steel beam and tube against the brilliant blue of the Colorado sky (our friend Morgan Barnes was once told that that rust-and-sky-blue combination in a sculpture of his made it a kind of "Hillbilly cock art"); the fall fruit of our shop Hawthorn; our beehives among the weeds against the back fence; and our Boston Ivy making steady progress on the block wall of the woodshop. All in all, a very fine place to work.