Interesting 1994 home is in the Jemez Forest in Jemez Springs, New Mexico. It is made of straw bale construction and a metal roof. The style is rustic industrial and includes a guest house and horse stable. 3bds, 3ba, $999K.
The first thing I noticed was the unique cement floor.
In the living room the fireplace looks like a vintage stone style that's been here for ages.
Ceilings throughout the home are corrugated aluminum with beams and 3/4 height walls.
The main living area consists of a kitchen, dining space and family room.
I didn't expect to see a $35,000 Aga stove in here.
There's a very large table built onto the kitchen island, but there's also a separate dining area.
Off the kitchen is nice big pantry.
The home has a 2nd level with a pretty wooden ceiling and 2 large asymmetrical columns.
This could be the primary bedroom with a seating area, plus access to the yard.
This is a large walk-in closet.
The en-suite is also very big.
Upstairs are the other rooms.
There are 2 quite spacious children's rooms up here. I really don't care much for the corrugated ceilings throughout the entire home.
Then downstairs there's a semi-finished basement.
The guest house is a log cabin style.
It looks nice, but it's not being used a residence. As you can see, it's s storage space.
Please tell us more about fallout Oliver (falliver?) did you like the show by the way?
You could say it made me... falliver in love....
That sucked, I'll workshop that one.
I loved the show!! I even did some fanart for it, I never do that! Like a lot of people it was my impetus to actually Play A Game, despite people insisting for years it would be up my alley and getting the old 'I'll add it to my list'. Seeing Cooper run around like a yeehaw maniac had me continuously thinking "oh he and Oliver would be such good friends" and once you start imagining an OC within a setting it's all over for you.
Considering they are both prewar ghouls who served in Alaska as power armor operatives there's a significant chance they do know each other (in WoW, he was a Silver Hand paladin before becoming a DK-- how could I resist the parallels). Maybe one day I'll draw them getting trashed on coke together.
Unlike in WoW, where he deserted on conscience in the middle of the Stratholme culling, he stayed with the military right up until he met an abrupt "retirement" in 2070 after a psycho-induced heart attack inside his armor, an incident that left him deeply traumatized and mistrustful of any sort of organization where you can't say 'no' to a command, which is why he refuses to fully affiliate with the NCR. The "good boy" payout he got for the incident allowed him to retire and purchase his dream ranch in the Jemez Mountains, which he and some fellow hands maintained for seven years until the bombs dropped.
My headcanon is that northern NM didn't get that cooked in the blasts (Alamogordo is presumably a barren field of trinitite, though), but his area was so remote that when communities tried reforming into city-states and pooling their resources, no one could justify the back-and-forth with limited transport options. So he released his small livestock and they all packed up and attempted a cattle drive toward Taos with other ranchers. But winter was setting in, and an irradiated storm from the north blew through in what would be the event that began his ghoulification. Most died, the cattle scattered or also died, and as an absolute husk of an individual he decided "fuck it" and went west with his horse to find the hidden vault that is his son's tomb instead.
And for 200 years he's chased that delusion, not knowing he's been looking in the wrong city the entire time. 馃憥 He did meet and fall in love with a woman (hi, Senkha!) about 150 years before this RP; they spent decades together and through her he gained experience with psykers and how to wall them out of your surface thoughts with constant music, but he also gained experience with the eventual understanding that most humans grow old and he doesn't. When she passed, he began distancing himself from people.
When he's not scouring the old LA metro haystack for a nonexistant needle, he does mercenary work to support his hobby as a scavenger for prewar memorabilia and civilian tech. His prized possession is a turntable he repaired (and the vinyls he's scavenged for it), and he also has a truck he's completely restored save for the fact that he has no power core for it. So he just sits in it and pretends.
Some mercenary work he did close to their formation put him immediately on the Legion's shit-list, a status in which he takes pride and now goes out of the way to cultivate to the point that he's earned the nickname "Matador" within the NCR. Now that he is traveling with the deserter son of a high-ranking individual in the Legion, life is about to get spicy!
So yeah, I'm having fun. I've joked that this is actually the setting he's supposed to be from and WoW was actually the AU, because my boy was made for this.
JSCPC Worship 6-2-24 Our Jemez Springs Community Church in Jemez Springs NM has a fine Pastor in Takako Suzuki Terino and many good people attend worship here too.
last weekend, i finally saw my photography soulmate after what seemed likes months. maybe even at least a year.
Helin now lives in Jemez Springs. from Santa Fe, where Juan lives, it's about 90min away. last weekend, i was able to get away for the morning to go visit her. and it was just wonderful. i've missed my friend that was my partner in crime of ALL things photography.
she did digital. i did film.
she'd come up with projects. i'd either be in front of the lens or behind them with her.
we both understood which angles were the most flattering for the subject of any photo, whether animate or non-animate.
that Saturday, we spent hours catching up on lost time, soaked in a natural hot spring and ate a whole pizza pie with a side of roasted brussel sprouts. it was so much fun. it was the fun i've been deprived of and the fun that i've missed.
but! when we were walking back to her house from the pizza parlor, i saw this building that sent waves of memories back to me. 12 years ago (2012), my crew, ZQC, took me to Jemez Springs for my birthday. it was my 1st birthday single, as a free gal, and it had been years (since my 19th birthday in 2005) since i had a gathering planned for my year around the sun.
i took this photo (in black and white 35mm film) of a bath house in Jemez right before we hiked to a hot spring. my crew even booked a massage for my birthday, which was in that bath house. that massage, though, was awful! i kept asking my masseuse (who was a female) if she could ease up on the pressure, but she didn't. she kept saying, "just think how good it'll feel when i stop." 馃槼
and this is that same bath house with the awful massage i was bestowed with 12 years later!
This is a traditional handmade Jemez Pueblo small pot, signed Chinana. This vintage pot measures approximatly 2 1/2 inches wide and 2 1/2 inches tall. Jemez Pueblo is internationally known for their arts and crafts including their pottery. This piece had been sitting in a Santa Fe Gallery until the owners passed away and then boxed up carefully until now. It is in excellent condition. The pencil marks were put on by the artist himself.