I had this itch to buy some Tibetan prayer flags, I thought they might come in handy, and I like the feeling they generate hanging over my portrait if Maria and my computer.

My office is dark and cozy, just the way I like it. The pasture is on one side, the maple trees blocking out the sun much of the day in front.

This room was the parlor, the formal room, the room the pastor sat in when he came to visit, the room where the residents were laid out when they died. It has a lot of feeling.

My crow, my latest muse, has settled right in.