The builder was always generous with his advice, help, knowledge, and time. Yet when it came time to raise his own house, the crew never came. Parts were taken, plans shrank, and the cost fell on him alone. Still, the house rose—a reminder to never let your vision fade.

Fixtures arrived late and didn’t fit the ceiling grid. Most would have substituted and moved on. Instead, they were rebuilt—restoring the rhythm of light. A meditation on presence, resilience, and the construction life lessons hidden in the field.

Every project shifts. So does every life. The art is not in blaming the delay but in updating the schedule—accepting, realigning, and moving forward without regret.