August 2, 2007
Just...there! That old farmhouse always catches my imagination. Itís rambling, of course. No ranch or split-level, this. Like many others, the metal roof slopes over a childís block-pile of walls that badly need fresh white paint. Its outer contours hint at a few surprises inside Ė an unusual layout with strangely placed cupboards and sudden turns. But mostly, itís the window. Hardly noticeable beneath the roof line, its odd porthole shape beckons myth and magic. An attic where dust isnít grayness to be swept away, but dances golden in the light of a bare bulb, illuminating treasures that await discovery.