Spooky house, Yannatos

The last of the lock-sets and deadbolts went in today, and while I certainly wouldn't want to do any back-patting and praising of my carpentry skills, I will have to say that if practice truly does make perfect, then I'd practiced enough to get pretty decent. True perfection would have required tools I don't have and/or skills that would have had to be honed over years, not days. But the third time was, indeed, relatively charming, and looking at the third installation didn't require making any excuses about the installer's abilities. And, as a second reward for a job reasonably well-done, I took advantage of yet another insanely warm December day and biked the seven miles to pick up the truck. It was getting dusky when I drove home, but I did have one nice encounter with a rather spooky house that I shot through the trees. It was one of those images that prudence tells you won't come out: even with a surely too-noisy ISO of 6400, I had to use a shutter speed of a half-second, which is un-hand-holdable. Prudence to the contrary, I took the shot, and sometimes the result is a happy accident. I think this qualifies as one.