This is my favorite view out of a window in my house. From my kitchen up 80th street. The arch of the patio wall with the top of my garage.
I usually don't like things like this. I tend to hate the idea of a sconce holding a candle that doesn't ever burn. But I actually love this. Maybe it's the coffee beans?

From India. A wine holder-cabinet. Vintage radio fits perfectly.
I fell for owls.

















































