Resisting the urge to update everyone on my holidays and instead just post simply.
Visited my dad's house this weekend and was able to take a couple of polaroids. My dad and mother built the house together and it's the house that I was raised in. The stove has a name, can you see it?
The dragon foot above was created by my dad to adorn our old claw foot bathtub. The window behind it, was salvaged from an old hospital, and now overlooks a cow pasture where my younger brother and I used to run wild, finding cow bones, picking blackberries from the bushes and then thorns from our legs.
I hope your holidays were beautiful and the brand new year promising.