The afternoon light that makes this space sing, even when it’s missing the ceiling and half the floor. Or maybe that’s what makes the place sing? Hopefully it is just the magical afternoon light because the floor is going to get re-added eventually.

It’s a little bit challenging documenting the house renovation. I know the story that is being told. But constantly second guessing if the photos I’m taking are telling that story—I’m telling the story as I go along. And I don’t yet know what the end of the story will look like.