Ready, set, glow

Finally, there's a porch light to leave on -- two actually, one at the front door, here, and one at the den, below.

Steve got them up on Friday.

I'm tickled by the one at the front door, in oiled bronze to match everything else out there. I found the guy who makes them, in California, on the net -- and thank heaven he works cheap, considering the finish and the opal glass.

It's a nice half-cylinder, with one bulb up to uplight the ceiling and one down to illuminate the address plate.

The den light, set much farther back from the street and behind the tall picket fence, is weathered copper -- the only conscious departure I made in the whole house lighting plan.

I liked its old industrial look, mostly as a statement that this is not a front door. It didn't come in bronze, but I thought close was good enough. Besides, sometimes it's fun just to have one thing, just one, as the exception that emphasizes the rule.

Now, all they need is electricity.