After nine months of sheltering-in-place at Waldhaus (House in the Woods), I have experienced several eureka moments. The first was how pleasant and safe it is to be quarantined at home in…
I’ve never satisfactorily been able to explain my lifelong affair with crumbling structures—the more decrepit, the better. I can’t resist ruins. Perhaps it’s the possibility of renewal or the lure of starting…
You can smell the difference as soon as you turn on to Union Street at the bottom of the town hill off Picton’s Main Street, a vapour that strengthens as you pass…