photo C.Freeman.Our entry/BIKE DEPOSITORY seems forever in transition; for the last six-months-or-so it's served as our FAMILY WALL (yes, that's Uncle Rod's BEHIND up there, in all its 70s glory). Something about the change in weather has it feeling a little...heavy? Crowded? BROWN? I've since stripped the whole thing bare (and started leaving the bike in the hallway, sorryneighborsdonthatemeplease), and am having visions of tropical colors and VINES. My pencil is sharpened/my paintbrushes are aligned; I'm just trying really hard not to ZEBRA.