Steve

Steve Ashby
I met Steve Ashby in 1972 doing a project for Chuck Perdue’s folklore class.
Ashby's house
Steve lived here, in Delaplane Virginia.
“Steve Ashby lived his entire life in a small town in Virginia, an unincorporated community roughly fifty miles west of Washington, DC. The son of an emancipated slave, he was the second of twelve children. Outside of a brief stint as a restaurant waiter, Ashby spent most of his life working the soil as a farmer and gardener until he retired in 1950. Although he had tinkered with small-scale wooden sculptures throughout his life, it was only after the death of his wife in 1960 that he started to experiment with figural sculptures.–National Gallery of Art
Steve told me he’d dream things at night, wake up and carve them in the morning.

Ashby creation
I don’t remember seeing a TV in Steve’s house, but somewhere he must have run into Donny and Marie Osmond.

final page
Chuck Perdue let me make scrapbooks.

100 days

tabloids
The first 100 days, a turbulent atmosphere in which to be raising an animal.
tilly and eva hard to watch
Tilly is at 95 days, in a biting phase. Towel, newspapers, bills, cameras, people, rugs, toilet bowl brushes, brooms, Bibles, nothing is safe.
ProCamera CHO VA
And so the gentle efforts continue to adjust the little dog’s nature while leaving her spirit intact. Introduce her to the finer things.
Shumard Oak at Central library
Encourage her to be an active participant in community events (here listening to CHO City Councilors and Charlottesville Area Tree Stewards at Arbor Day event).
knocking on doors
Participate in local politics. National is riotous, local makes a difference.
lumbar/sacrum
I am having physical health issues. Dr. John Sarno would say I am having mental health issues. Maybe a combination of both.
dog and cat
I have Doctor appointments. Tilly has reality appointments, the continuing secondary socialization and inoculation to the wildness of the world. Pepe the cat hammers home the cat lives matter message.
best neighbor everr
Tilly learns to totally ignore the internal combustion engine with the help of most excellent neighbor Uncle Chuck.
Riverview Park
The water dog lessons continue with little advancement in attitude. Tilly has seen other dogs wet, she has fallen headlong into a neighbor’s fishpond (thankfully she held her breath while fully submersed).
dog in developer tray
So, much like her 100 day companion, Tilly takes baby steps, practices incrementalism. Someday she will be a water dog.
black and white lino
Her health has been good. Her appetite is Labradorian. Externally, she is good. But what of the inner dog?
Tilly w/ GB
We hang around Buddhas at every opportunity. Catching the middle way by proximity.
dog Buddha feet
Does the dog occupy a celebrated role in any religion?
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Tilly GB
Working on it.