Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Housewarming Gift

Friendly Street Sign
 6 feet tall, steel and aluminum 

Tom created this housewarming gift 
for our friend Denise.
The home address sign features a solar-powered light
 so all of her guests will be able to find her new home.

Wouldn't it be nice if everyone lived on 
'Friendly Street'?

Your feline friend,


Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Fiona's Garden

Our nearly 6-year-old friend Fiona and her family 
moved to a new home last year. 
 Fiona's mother and family friends helped
create a new garden 
 on their hillside overlooking the Columbia River.

 When her mother was planning the garden, 
Fiona asked if Tom might make a special
sign for the garden.

On Saturday, Tom surprised Fiona 
with this steel, aluminum and copper birthday present. 

 Fiona and Tom
 A beautiful, sunny, warm July 4th today! 
I napped in the garden.

Happy Birthday Fiona!
Junior Boy 

Sunday, March 5, 2017


This past weekend, after a long snowy winter, 
Tom and Margaret were finally able
 to drive to Seattle to install the gift
Tom made for our dear friend Jean.

Tom and Jean share a similar sense of humor.
They had great fun collaborating on the design
which depicts a typical 
Kanikapila session at Jean's house 
(in this case, performed by cats and mice).  

I think the hula dancers are pretty and 
the mice look mighty tasty! 

Hawaiian Ipu (percussion gourd) 
and Kapu (drum)

 Practicing hand placement
 for the mouse's Ipu

Ready to make mouse knees

Welding on site


I think she likes it!

Time for another nap
in my fleece blanket from Aunty Jean.

Saturday, January 14, 2017


Tom's most recent work has been accepted 
for inclusion in the
2017 BIG ART 
outdoor sculpture exhibition in Hood River.

(The Paddler) 
was inspired by ancient Hawaiian petroglyphs.

In this case, The Paddler
takes on the contemporary sport of
standup paddle boarding,  
popular in The Columbia River Gorge.

Testing stances for
The Paddler 

will soon be transported to Hood River for installation.
Until then, he is practicing his winter kayaking technique.

It's been very cold and snowy here this past month. 
From my window bed, I watch chickadees, finches,
quail, blue jays and hummingbirds at the feeders.

Recently, a wiley coyote has been lurking in the shadows 
along the nearly frozen creek.
I think he is hungry.
I must be careful. 
Stay safe and warm,


Friday, November 4, 2016


Friends up the valley
commissioned Tom to create
a unique home address marker
for their driveway. 

Tom sketched several designs for their 
consideration but when he discovered
several large, partial circles of
recycled 2x2 inch steel square bar 
at his favorite salvage yard,
Tom redesigned the piece to incorporate 
these unique curved pieces. 

 partial circles welded together

When Kathy and John returned to see Tom's
new idea, they realized how perfect it was. 
Their last name begins with 'O'.  
The numbers & fused glass are framed 
and ready to be set into the circle.

John and Kathy helped Tom...

and had some fun, too!

Fused glass by Jess Caudill

John O. and his 'O'. 

Maybe Oprah would like one, too.
Doing my best 'O' pose,


Sunday, April 24, 2016



Several years ago, part of an old saxophone 
made its way to Tom's 'inventory pile'.

That shiny swoop of polished brass
has been patiently waiting for Tom 
to begin making his gift for a special friend
who plays the saxophone with
incredible beauty and grace.

Michael is an amazing musician and a poet 
who always plays in his stocking feet.

He used to just wear everyday 
black 'gold toe' socks.

The first time Margaret heard him play, she knew 
that this extraordinary man needed 
some extraordinary socks
to compliment his inspiring jazz melodies.  

And, so, commenced the search
for the perfect attire for those special toes.  

When Tom finally finished 
Michael's birthday surprise sculpture, 
it, of course, included a pair of
extra special, extra flashy jazzy socks.       

Mr. Socksaphone and Michael

Saxophone Fantasy

When the old man wore his cream-colored suit,
his crocodile shoes and cockatoo-green silk tie
(cinch for the collar of his freshly minted shirt),

the shop girls swirled around like parasols
on a sunny boulevard, and smiled. A subtle
cologne he bought put lights in their eyes,

but they were surprised on leaving the store
to find him there on the corner, giving breath
to the golden instrument-the tenor it was,

the horn that speaks to a passionate heart.
Who was the one who called it obscene,
that swerve of the horn curved upward  

with daisies she put in the bell like a vase?
Who was that dark one leaning against 
the brick wall, smoothing her skirt as she

held up the building? And was there yet
a third one joining this chorus of sighs?
"Old man, old man", she cried. (What was

her name? Can't we make that our refrain?)
Who was this merry one wearing his hat?
"Old man," she sighed, "my sweet old darling,

where'd you learn to play like that?"    
                                    --Michael Stillman 
Spring pollen on my back

Thank you for sharing your poem, Michael.
Yours Truly,  

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

We hope that you are enjoying
a wonderful holiday season!