While working on the umpteenth pencil drawing of the Kaweah Post Office, I was struck by how stupid it is to guess at what is around and behind the little building. Why am I struggling with an incomplete photograph when all I have to do is drive about 4 or 5 miles and see the thing in person??
This is the photo I was using, and there is green chaos all around the edges. Besides, I took this photo in October of 2010, so I suspect things have changed.
Indeed, they have. I know the biggest oak lost a limb; I helped raise money to replace the roof by selling oil paintings of the Kaweah Post Office, donating half of whatever they auctioned for. But where is the little fence with the gate?
Would you look at that? It is gone! But wait! I think I see it. . .
That’s no help. Guess I’ll just stick to my old photo. The background works, just sort of scribbling in blurry curly growing symbols.
Are you curious about the porch and the inside? Have a look:

After goofing off enjoying a spring morning outing, I went back to the drawing board. (Do you know anyone else who can literally say that?)










Not much to it, but it became messy, so we went back to the road and followed it into a flock of red-wing blackbirds. Raucous critters.

The mallards and snowy egrets are quieter.
We encountered another bridge across Horse Creek and headed back. The flower is mustard.
Minus the cockleburs. . .








I’ve heard that it is a little scary upstairs, but I love those double-hung windows and shingle siding.
This is at the very top of the triangular back yard.











