Maybe the ugly and unregarded east side of Ye Olde Wreck has some potential after all.
The Wandering Monk isn’t really headless. He’s just the one bad angle in an otherwise happy shot.
I told him I had no great expectations for the east wall renovation — that I merely wanted to get it done, check it off the list, and move on to more gratifying work. He told me it would be “beeeautiful” when we finished. Hyperbole, I thought.
But you know, it’s getting there. Skirting, belly band — even seemingly small things like replacing broken shingles or covering beat-up flashing with cedar trim are making a huge difference.
But clearly the Monk has been hanging out with me too long. I merely raised the camera in his direction and he (in his own words) “does a Claire.”