From the field
There is a specific kind of magic that happens when the sun goes down and the vision for a project finally starts to glow. Looking back at this archive from the spring of 2019 in Wildwood, I am reminded of those long evenings spent perfecting the atmosphere of our sanctuary. I was in the foreground, largely playing the role of the appreciative director, while my favorite "Mexican labor" was down in the dark, meticulously wiring and placing the copper path lights that would eventually define our evening landscape. The contrast between the deep shadows of the woods and the warm, amber illumination of the new fixtures perfectly captures the transition we were making. It wasn't just about utility; it was about craftsmanship and the shared endurance required to work long after the daylight failed us. These moments of late-night industry remain vital anchors in our history, documenting the time and genuine labor we invested into making every corner of our home reflect our shared aesthetic.