RICHARD KERR'S PHOTOS

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Left: 1997, with my new Polaroid Camera, self photo.  Right, my ID badge from FORD.  I don't want to hear any crooked nose jokes.

YUCCA, AZ 1995

1995, Road sign at Exit 25 in beautiful downtown Yucca, Arizona.  You can't miss the golf ball style house, just below the road sign.  If you've ever driven this route, you'd remember it right on the interstate.










CHEVY'S RULE

In 1993 I bought an old Chevy Pick up.  Here you'll see that I completely disassembled it and rebuilt it from the ground up.  The road was so rocky that it only lasted three years before it rattled itself apart.  It's now sitting in my yard at the cabin.
 
 
 
 
 
 


THE OTHER SIDE OF THE TRACKS

The rail road yard in Yucca.  A big boom town in the mid to late 1800's  a lot of gold and other minerals were mined and shipped to smelters elsewhere.  Things started petering out about 1910.  The old train station was dismantled and sold and moved several blocks away and a part of it is being used as a private home, today.
 
 
 


HOME SWEET HOME

My cabin on Rainbow Road.  Built by me in 1993.  Not quite finished, but keeps the rain out.  Notice the rocks in the foreground.  The entire countryside is nothing but these rocks.  Explains the reason my truck didn't last long.  I don't live there, now, I was too far from electricity.  I found it cheaper to actually buy another parcel and move closer to the electricity.
 
 
 
 


MEDUSA
(Ducey)

Here she is folks.  The only female in my life, Ducey!  And, like all other women, she had to find out all about my trip to California the moment I got home and sat down.  What a nag!  She was real worried when I was away for two weeks and it took a lot of petting and talking to to get her to calm down.  I had a neighbor come and feed her while I was away.

But, this is true love.  She stays at home, locked in the yard, warns me when someone approaches and lives on table scraps and an occasional scratch on the butt.  I think I'll keep this one.



Here's my new homestead.  Moved here in May of '98

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