I am working at home these days which means my view changes very little. I don't mind it. I joked with a friend recently that I could be happy here under house arrest. Six months staring at the same walls? No problem.
My drawing table faces my tiny front yard and the wooden wall that protects my privacy. It was bare when I moved in and I quickly put my mark on it. Any poster I can get my hands on will make it onto the wall. The line up usually changes with every rainstorm as the paper shreds, and there have been a nice mix. Every time I look up from the drawing board, there's something nice to see.
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