It's an old story. A bearded man finds love, a career, owls and fifteen hundred books in a part of the country he'd previously never anticipated even visiting. He learns to stop apologizing for his very pointed interest in the darkest aspects of life and comes to terms with his spirituality, which could be classified as "probably voodoo." He shares his home with a homonculus, an ocelot and a semi-feral catling and regularly interacts with federally protected birds.You know, that tired hat.
Sunday, December 26, 2004
Stephen King's house. I'd have felt guilty about taking this if I wasn't fighting with a Japanese tour group for a shot with good lighting. Note the spiderweb/chimera/bat gate. Stephen gave me $2,000 for school, and here I go, stalking him. Sigh.
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That house looks like some in Wisconsin, one of them being the house of one of the most famous sex change doctors ever... My Grandfather helped to build this house back in the day.
1 comment:
That house looks like some in Wisconsin, one of them being the house of one of the most famous sex change doctors ever... My Grandfather helped to build this house back in the day.
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