How I built my painting studio and lived to tell the tale
An adventure in lay architecture
06 November 2007
Soundtrack
During demolition and foundation work, the yard and trees were filled with Robins, busy with their nests. Once the framing work started, a Mockingbird with the most muscular voice I'd ever heard took up residence right in front of the studio-to-be and serenaded us throughout in no uncertain terms. J's cell phone had a rather obnoxious alarm sound for a ring — like a house burglar alarm. In no time, the mockingbird, to my dismay, had added the alarm to his repertoire. The fun part is that I have since been able to recognize that particular mockingbird whenever he comes to call.
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