I came across an old, snow veiled photograph that opened a portal to another era, every detail buried in place. A glorious dark residence was concealed from the road by trees and shrubs, cloaked in snow. Hidden but well maintained, there
I came across an old, snow veiled photograph that opened a portal to another era, every detail buried in place. A glorious dark residence was concealed from the road by trees and shrubs, cloaked in snow. Hidden but well maintained, there
One day last week as I was lying outside, alone, luxuriating in the sun and my daydreams, I had a forecast of a Slim Aarons’ style picturesque summer– A la A Place in the Sun. Enveloped in Ethiopian jazz, floating from our sun porch, a