Studio

On Saturday, Tim nearly emptied his studio—the room at the front of the house that once served as a parlor, no doubt, but now is his painting place, music practice space, and office—so that it could be painted in our absence. Over the winter, the ice dams did a number on the walls. There are water stains everywhere.

The heaviest stuff (with wheels) got moved to the center of the room. The rest fills the living room and the mudroom. Books, shelves, filing cabinet. Paintings. Music. Art supplies.

When we first started out, we lived in a space not much bigger than this room.

Just us and our no stuff.