My Garage. I.
The man who lived in the house before us was a tinkerer. Nothing was thrown out, it was always resued. We have often joked our garage looked like a boat and a tank collided and was then was abandoned. It has been repaired over the years with random pieces of wood, fitted together like a crazy quilt. It is nearing the end of its structural life. I thought I would immortialize it in a few pictures.
My Garage. I.
The man who lived in the house before us was a tinkerer. Nothing was thrown out, it was always resued. We have often joked our garage looked like a boat and a tank collided and was then was abandoned. It has been repaired over the years with random pieces of wood, fitted together like a crazy quilt. It is nearing the end of its structural life. I thought I would immortialize it in a few pictures.