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Some of my father’s work waiting to be catalogued

Mar
12
2015
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Waiting to be catalogued

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Wood and fringed polygala

Aug
14
2013
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Sculptures that my dad created over a period between 1987-now, and fringed polygala. You can read about polygala here. My last walk with my father, we searched for and found fringed polygala on Squam Lakes conservation land. He loved the land and the earth and his work and life were testimonials to his belief in preserving natural conservation lands.

Dad's studioFringed polygala

 

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Ken LeBaron, 89, Sculptor, Musician, Nature Lover

Aug
14
2013
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Dad

Contributions in LeBaron’s name can be made to contributions to the Squam Lakes Conservation Society.

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In Sudbury.

Jun
18
2013
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Sudbury

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I get to share this wonderful father

Feb
17
2013
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Posted today by my brother Jim.

Our father retired from a dentistry career that he didn’t much enjoy at 60. For the three decades since, he’s been sculpting in wood. This was a very special moment for me where he was reflecting on his life’s work. I didn’t want to interrupt to await the perfect pose or fiddle with settings, so this is what I gleaned from an unobtrusive click.

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12 of 12 for July 2011

Jul
12
2011
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This was a quiet day at my folks house in Sudbury, just enjoying their company and doing ordinary things.

Setting up for computer tutorial, teaching Mom Mac OS and Microsoft Dad built me a beautiful cover for my pot. It is marine plywood. This is one of my chosen sculpturesDad's sculpture studio is the coolest place in the house except for the basement. He does direct carving in wood. Its four hours later and Mom is still studying, working on the church archives The hundred degree heat blasts the hollyhocks Cant get too far with packing. Its too hot. Looking at the items in the archives as Mom works on them. What a sense of place, there are boxes with three nails....from 1815, nails from the steeple. I went to get my laundry after supper. The light on the daylilies was lovely and just a hot moon over the house across the street. When I came back in, the dishes were done!

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