Looking forward to evenings on the veranda.

A mile out from where I live now. A mile more to go to the new place. That’s Ryuso peeking out from behind that other peak.

Looking out on the garden. Sato-san, please be careful. One, we like you, and two . . .

. . . we may not be able to find anyone else in Shizuoka who can fit grooved ceiling planks in between tapering beams as beautifully as you can.

Actually, I have a day job. During the week, can only go see how things are going in the evening.This from the scaffolding.

From the garden. Now we’re all felted up. Notice the more-or-less matching pillars, one in the living room, one at the edge of the veranda. Basically these are cedar trees, as they are in the round, merely stripped of their bark. Thus, the wood, at the surface, has a bit different texture than cut lumber, a sheen.

Below, the arch. This is either going to be the front entrance, or where they attach the rudder. I’ll check.