You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
“Don’t mix typefaces,” along with, “Keep them within one font family,” except for maybe one accent as an exception.
Yet admiring this varied sequence on the classic Bombay London dry gin label, I’m a tad envious.
Some designer really knew what he was doing.
Scandinavian modern design, all the rage back in the ‘50s. Belfast & Moosehead Lake Railroad, Unity, Maine.
It was a rustic summer home style in the mountains of upstate New York. Here’s how it looks in Castine, Maine.
Our home renovation project work continues, but for long stretches it seems like nothing’s happening. Those unseen details are important, all the same.
And then, seemingly in a flash, developments become obvious.
The latest example is on the front upstairs, now that the roof is raised, the top’s covered in standing-seam metal roofing, and the windows are finally obvious.
I must admit being a little nervous about the planning, inside and out, but now that they’re in place, I’m feeling excited and even confirmed. Whew!
Now, for some cedar-shake siding!
Christian Congregational church in Lubec. I hate to think what it costs to maintain them. Much less employ a musician slash minister worthy of them.
Cattails.
This one is far more spacious and majestic than mine was. Oh, yes, and much less packed.
The dream itself isn’t so uncommon, or so I’m told.
In my case, it involves trying to go somewhere or finish a project, as in meeting a deadline, except that interruptions and complications keep popping up.
Quite simply, like Zeno’s Paradox in philosophy, the finish line becomes more and more elusive and then impossible to cross. You can never get all the way there.
So that’s how I sometimes feel looking all that remains to be done on this old-house project, even before I confess to myself that I don’t even know about many of the other items on the list.
List? Where is it? Which one?
This pristine 1820’s home on Green Street overlooks Castine Bay.
