Here you see my rustic, old spin shop just prior to its planned falling down. Regular readers might recognize the step where Yellowcat and I had our photos made reading Harry Potter a few weeks ago. If I weren’t outside making this picture, I might be inside, spinning. What a confusing thought. Philosophically it’s like the old Cream of Wheat box. I wish the trash bags weren’t in the photo, but this is construction stuff going on, and it’s a messy business.
And here you don’t see it:
Honest. When he took this photo, Richard was standing almost exactly where I was when I took the other one. Except, as it turns out, I was inside spinning this time.
But soon (the day is near now!) will rise a clean, strong, and well-lighted structure to replace the old:
You might think it hasn’t any character compared to the other. Just wait. Nothing around here remains pure for long.