Slow down ...

How has it already been a week since I posted? And I have so many pictures, so many thoughts to share, some from last month! So maybe this: several shorter posts, starting with this one. 

We wandered through one of our junking haunts, Broadway Paul's in Wimberley ...

but it was closed. One week later, it was still closed, so I texted this picture to the phone number on the sign ...

How much? And the deal was done by sliding some cash under the door.

It has been morphing since then ...

Don getting his milk paint on ...

ideas ebbing and flowing ...

Meantime, as I was looking through the accumulated pantry of rust, I noticed a clock work that had sprung its spring ...

I mean, I just love this ...

escapement.