Guanajuato House

The leaves of the liria plants moving in the wind outide our window are like waves on the ocean. Through the windows we hear the leaves rustling, we hear birds' songs and the scampering of squirrel feet. The sunlight paints patterns on the ground filtering itself through tree limbs. In the distance, two pitiful clouds drift away from the dried up city.

The outside walls are bare brick. The inside walls are paint and plaster. Two workers built the house in six weeks in 2000. I never learned their last names. They built an interior arch and two niches for books. Some day we will add a second and third floor. For now, we enjoy it as a studio.