I did a major cleaning and rearranging project in my work room. Phase one was to empty out the closet, set up shelves inside it, sort ALL THE THINGS, then put away everything I was keeping. Phase two was getting my genealogy files into storage that was easily accessible. During that whole process, I came across a box of bones.
Category: Photography
Sunrise
"Are you there, Ceiling Cat? It’s me, Henry."
Fog
Happy Got Day!
A Tiny Poem
Apple Crate
I have been putting off and putting off and putting off cleaning out the closet in my spare room. The bad weather and cabin fever finally got to me, though. I pulled everything out of the closet, put shelves in it, sorted ALL THE THINGS, and put them back neatly, in labeled boxes. Now, I can actually get to things, whereas before, whatever I needed to get to was sure to be in the bottom box in the very back corner.
In the process, I came across an old apple crate. It still has most of the label attached to one end.
Little Black Dog in the Snow
A Poem
Brasses
The person who stripped and painted it the first time didn’t remove the hardware for stripping, so why would they bother to do so before painting? The brasses are slopped with green and cream paint. I boiled them in water, then scrubbed away the paint with a toothbrush, then gently buffed them with #000 steel wool. I didn’t want to remove all the patina.














