This must be how moles feel… I’m used to the dark in my old subterranean workshop lair. But there’s windows all across the room here and my eyes need to adjust. Still a bit rough, a mudroom where the far corner walls are comprised of the original exterior in this wonky old place, and the one remaining original window in the house still peaks through the old clapboard to the proper interior. The room was enveloped in a dark forest green, but I’ve painted it white. Many coats. A work in progress… key word being progress.
