Tiny bronze hands in some well worn wood.
That guitar still sucks, but it did its job.
A lovely person made those jars with her own hands.
Some coins from a place.
I used to hide in this cabinet. I used to store drugs in that camera. And some other personal things are in this photo too.
Don’t worry, it is still in Standby Mode.
A statue of a bird or something. I think it is a pheasant. Maybe like a pigeon.
Just a handle. But a handle that is such a pretty green.
I love this chair. We just resurfaced it. But unfortunately my cat also likes this chair, and pokes teeny tiny holes that turn into big gaping holes.
A statue that remains on the desk in the front room. She was from the only grandpa I ever knew.
My inner beast, and a generally good android.
Ash figure, from the Evil Dead movie. Seen here looking extra paranoid.
A controller that was too weird for most, but just weird enough for me.
My old record player. Still lives on in parts: Here.