These are images from the last days at the house at 10 Cedar Street. A house that I kept as a shrine to my failed marriiage. The house contains countless hours of work and reflection. Rooms which created and contained drama and poetry. A wonderful container for my projects and personal growth through the 1970's and 80's. I grew out of it and the failure that it represented. I learned everything here that I needed to know about living. I live somewhere else now. I miss this house every fall season.
