Sun kissed with color, I stood my docent duties at the Furst Studio in Joshua Tree.  There’s something about the high desert that demands metal collection – massive amounts of it left to the elements.

What awaited me under the curving arches of a collection of customized Quonset huts,  was astounding.

A spin around the studio harkened back to my grandfather’s shop/garage.  It was teeming with bits and bobs of rusting iron – well frankly any and all types of metal stuff.

But what was fascinating, was the organization.  It was all catagorized!  Neatly stacked pipes, orderly lines of rebar.  Piles of this and stacks of that.  It was truly amazing to see – anal retentive hoarding!

All that metal is awaiting inclusion in some construction or art piece, like this PEACE art piece constructed of spent bullet casings – one for each soldier killed in the Iraq War.

If you’ve ever wondered where all the old Tonka toy trucks have gone to, I think I have the answer!

And of course, there were obligatory travel trailers, restored and used as extra guest rooms.