We continue to surprise each other with creativity and thoughtfulness.

Nested horizons speak to the soul of soaring like a bird, freely floating across the landscape, an immersion into something far larger than yourself.

Enter the memory of the antiquated, Parisian restaurant with its stacked rows of napkin cubbies.

Tom packed up his slippers and his paintbrush, waved goodbye from his window seat on the train back to Portland, and had a restful trip home.

Each transformative project carries with it immense improvements that we delight in again and again, every time we walk into a room, or turn on a light that didn't exist for months, or a newly useful sink for washing hands or cleaning paint brushes and muddy shoes.

Years ago, he built his own home, so has a credible accomplishment under his belt, and as far as I can tell, he knows everything about everything.