Origami in pine

I told Frank on Thursday that if anyone in the upstairs guest room ever has trouble sleeping, all he'll have to do is to start counting the planes in the ceiling.

He had the good grace to laugh, but the thing has been giving him nightmares.

Angles aren't much of a problem, but intersections are, and every so often he calls a conference with Arnold and me to discuss solutions.

Describing the ones we've arrived at is difficult without a ton of verbiage, so i'll leave it at this:

Trust me. They'll be gorgeous. You'll see.