tangrena1: Brinca Emerson dollhouse 1
tangrena1: Brinca Emerson dollhouse 2
tangrena1: Brinca Emerson dollhouse 3
tangrena1: Brinca Emerson dollhouse 4: The lights do work!
tangrena1: Brinca Emerson dollhouse 5
tangrena1: Brinca Emerson dollhouse 6
tangrena1: Brinca Emerson dollhouse 7: some furniture
tangrena1: Emerson with Rement 5: writing room
tangrena1: Emerson with Rement 2
tangrena1: Emerson with Rement 1: tea for two
tangrena1: Emerson with Rement 4: The sacred flame
tangrena1: Emerson with Rement 3: upstairs room
tangrena1: Emerson with Rement 7: upstairs room
tangrena1: Emerson with Rement 6: Looking in from the roof terrace - room is reflected in the dark window
tangrena1: Emerson with Rement 8: At night it glows like a lantern - from solar power!
tangrena1: The Emerson upstairs 1: The first resident is a young black cat. I guess his name must be ...Emerson.
tangrena1: Emerson upstairs 2
tangrena1: Emerson upstairs 3: I am beginning to know who lives here: the woman who designed and built this house. Semi-retired, she still works as an architect., sometimes entertains friends, and lives with a companion animal or two, here in the woods (pretend).
tangrena1: Emerson kitchen 3
tangrena1: Emerson kitchen 1
tangrena1: Emerson kitchen 2
tangrena1: Emerson kitchen 4
tangrena1: Night Two 14
tangrena1: Night Two 13
tangrena1: Night Two 12: waiting for their person to come home
tangrena1: Night Two 11: glass tables catching the light
tangrena1: Night Two 10: Emerson explores the high window ledges
tangrena1: Night Two 9: a better look at the glass tables upstairs
tangrena1: Night Two 4 The Kitchen, looking through the stairs.
tangrena1: Night Two 3: the kitchen at night . In the '70s I wrote a poem calling dollhouses "little altars". They are that, to me, in a way. And I love - in this dollhouse -the hearth with its sacred flame.