Turn a moonlit sky to stone
. . . And you've found our countertop.
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- John
- Key West, Conch Republic
- But enough about me. (Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.) What about you? Where is your Oz? ■ ■ ■ You can click on most photos for larger views, then simply go BACK. ■ ■ email: suenitos at gmail dot com ■
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November
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- Mind-altering
- Birthing a kitchen
- I hereby declare V-Day
- Technical problems
- Cabinet meeting
- Free labor, and worth every cent of it
- Back to business
- Latitude adjustment
- Final acts
- Remembering a TV pioneer
- A sad trip to Tennessee
- Ripping, in a good way
- Another flashback
- Push, pry, nail
- Feb. 9, March 26, Nov. 17
- More-igami
- Origami in pine
- Testing, 1, 2, 3, testing . . .
- In a word, wow
- Rock and roll
- Ruffles, flourishes
- The ties that bind
- Monday's other masterpiece
- Fall color in paradise
- Ho. Ly. Cow.
- Going, going . . .
- Working through walls
- It came, it sawed, we conquered
- Mix and match
- 'That's it, baby!'
- High-smileage transport
- Window coverings?
- Lord love plumbago
- House painters
- Tongue and . . . groovy!
- Spinning on the color wheel
- Turn a moonlit sky to stone
- Another week, another party
- New perspectives
- About that rain . . .
- Knots and all
- Winning slate
- Paging Mr. Noah
- Told 'ya
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