D_floor_-_holes_-_close.jpg

The floors were in poor shape and riddled with holes and gaps.

In backing up to take some shots I unintentionally strayed off the one true path a few times (a metaphor for my life, too) and (despite being a lightweight) almost went through the floor. No, really. I felt the boards start to give, and that was the tipoff that I wasn't in Kansas, anymore.