My Knight in S.A. decided to pull down all the plaster in the old part of our house to make it easier for the drywall crew to do their thing. Last Saturday I spent a long afternoon cleaning up the mess in the dining room, while he and my father worked to remove the plaster from the rooms upstairs.
Now all the plaster is down, and all the bare lath exposed.
A skeleton of wood.
Representing hours of work done by some one's hands years and years ago.
A lost art today, but one that I can still appreciate.
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