We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Here's the place where your editor Bird Dog spends many hours in work and study. Kids and wives wife were never really welcome in here except to search for books to read - but dogs, friends, and cigars are always welcome. No TV in here, thank you, but there is a radio and CD player.
I was experimenting with camera settings, and this was not really as sharp as I was aiming for. I was hoping to be able to capture the antique Eskimo animal carvings on the mantle, but it does give a general idea of The Inner Sanctum on a dark, snowy winter evening. A comfortable if humble study, perfect for me:
The room is tasteful, warm elegant and reeks of masculinity, except for the window treatment. The top curtain, or whatever it is called, would add to the room by removing it, or replacing it with a solid color. However, if it works for you, that is all that counts.
Cilla Mitchell, Galveston Texas
Beautiful and very New England. Love the heavy construction couch table. I'm envious - my office is pretty sparse post renovation, but the new home in South Carolina has a terrific office area which I will enjoy greatly.
Could not get this comment posted on Bruce's page today, so I am trying to post it here on Bird Dog's inner sanctum. Which may be appropriate after all, because the article I just linked to above is about the inner sanctum of the Seattle School System and the fraud in that city. Here is a commentary on it:
It's hard to reconcile what I'm seeing here with the photo of you after a turkey hunt that crops up on Maggie's.
As for the flowery whatsits thingy on top of the window...hells bells, I wouldn't have even noticed it if people weren't dragging my attention around the photo. Now it's bothering me as it is reminiscent of the whatsits my ex-wife put around the bottom of our ex-bed to corral dust bunnies or some such.
Very nice room and tastily put together. I don't think I would feel entirely comfortable, however. I'd want to take my boots off at the door. That's just my hang up I reckon. I can be neat or I can be comfortable. Y'see, it all started in my childhood. I was exposed to aunts that had vinyl covers on their couches.
I'd trade rooms with you in a heartbeat. But then I'd get it messy.
At least three stations with appropriate chair and lamp at the right height for reading, excellent. No ottoman? No chess board set up for a quick game? LOVE the shelves and shelves of books, you are a lucky man. What do you call this room?