Obviously, that's me over there. The house is where I wrote my book and other things. It was my childhood home. I bought it and fixed it up after it had been abandoned for many years. Sadly, I don't still live there. I miss chopping firewood in winter and I miss the little adventures such as the curious bear looking through the window, the great gray owl touching down ten metres away from me outside, and the fawn growing up so close by that I saw it many times as I sat working at my desk.
Copyright Brian Zamulinski.