a humble abode

The garden shed, where I live, sleep, craft, dream, scheme when not writing or gardening...

I occupy a curtained-off corner of the garden shed. Why don't you step into my office baby...

...natural light, a private space, the lap of luxury...
...the less you need the more you have......beat up speakers stored away and forgotten become my new state-of-the-art entertainment center...
...and of course, to pull it all together...

Most who know me, know I can never truly call a place home until there is some kind of twirling paper and string contraption hanging over my bed. Ah yes, paper cranes, Simon & Garfunkle, chirping crickets, a good night's rest. This video really shouldn't have been longer than 10 sec. Sorry about the poor sound and visual quality.