Molly and her friends pieced together a little shack from fence board 'tovers, treated odds ends, and scavenged nails. Dumb luck has the window opening at an angle that lets in some really nice light for portraits. Since we're stuck in eternal winter the shack's cold and dank. Soon the days will change soaking the moist cedar with cleansing warmth. Soon it'll be time for the rasta portraits. Don't be left out.
