A labor of lunacy intended to carve a home and horse farm out of an abandoned, gutted antique house and its accompanying overgrown acreage.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Pourdown
I just came in from feeding horses and chickens, but stood outside with my dogs for a few extra minutes in the downpour, and marveled at the perfect silhouette of the huge old elm tree in the fading dusk. Light like that isn't possible without the rain to suffuse the glow.
Most days I'm a perfectly sane, eminently logical, high-functioning person. Some days I'm not, and I get myself into projects like this.
My words to live by: "Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you've imagined." - Thoreau
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