Moving images

I haven't sorted out Blogger's strange reaction to my move yet, but if I can post some pictures this morning, hey, I'm gonna.

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My new office window with the only piece of stained glass I ever made. Took a class, cut my fingers, decided this would be it for me and stained glass. But I like it. And it's the first thing I put in my new living space.

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The view, looking down, from my second-story office (and connected room). This white picket fence and garden have been almost a landmark on the urban beach street where my late in-laws lived for decades.

Venice Beach has these wonderful small-town streets in a residential area a block from the ocean, where houses face pedestrian walks. Cars travel and park in the alleys behind the houses.

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This is the state of the walls of my room when they had to be scraped of old, peeling paint (probably lead-based, eew) before we could paint them with new, zero-VOC paint. I love that my room doesn't smell of paint fumes and that I know I'm not breathing toxins.

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My room, painted, and before I moved in a ton o' stuff.

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From a beach walk. Yay.

I'm still hoping that my blog won't vanish as I complete the email transactions. But, for the moment, here I am. I miss y'all.