I know. Out of character. No photos.

But we drove by the house last night (I having just picked up Karin from work and having had the day off myself) and there was a roof. Yes. A full roof. Frame and plywood and a light dusting of snow, shapes both geometic and house-like coming down along the gable-esque structures atop the garage and above the front door. It seems the framing is nearly complete, and in the interim, the house-"site" looks more and more akin to a livable-structure than a wild mass of wood and concrete reliant on an abstract imagination to fill in the gaps.

The rest is not related to the house and comes down to a mere mental reprogramming.

I've been meaning to write.
I woke up this morning at 6:25 AM.
I've been reading Cloud Atlas.
I watched nearly zero hours television last night.
I walked twelve kilometers yesterday and have the blisters to prove it.
I took an entire gallery of sepia-toned images.
I won Churchill.
I focussed.
I spawned a new mental concept and formulated an interesting plan of attack.

February 22, 2005 after 9AM | house , photography , play , reading , scatter | this is more

I think that it's just wrong that I know what you mean when you say "I won Churchill" and maybe even worse when I'm a bit excited about it!!