This is me, standing outside the front door of my apartment. The whole bottom floor is mine.
This is a view into my dining room from the living room. The surfaces are covered with a variety of things: bags full of food to take to the shapenote convention, assorted items I have not yet put away, but that gives some idea of what my place looks like when I haven't cleared up for company. The door is opening up into the kitchen.
Here is a view of my living room from my dining room. It looks very Craftsman here, doesn't it?
Here is a photo of the Town Hall at Murphy's landing, during a break in the singing. In the front of the picture is a rear-view of me in a white shirt and khaki pants, in which you can see that my braid seems to have grown a little while I was in Australia.
I think my father did very well here.