As long as we’ve lived here in Douglas Manor, I’ve been writing a story about the history of our house. It’s complicated – as all as family histories seem to be – and fraught with danger and suspense. Anyway, I was stuck when I took these pictures and I thought, let’s try something different.
So, I printed out the story and cut them by paragraphs and rearranged them.
It was an interesting exercise.
Am I done with the story?
No. But that’s okay, because I’m still working on the damn thing.