A sure sign I am well and truly home: a picture of a window…at my local historic greenhouse. I keep thinking I have exhausted the possibilities in this run down structure, but it always offers up something new if I just look hard enough. The weather here was wet and gray today, but the light coming through this north facing window caught my eye–it was just so soft and gentle…and somehow melancholy.
And yes, that is duct tape on the window; this place is more or less held together by the stuff.
