Family

My only boy has left the familial estate to begin his transition into adulthood. While not attending Miskatonic, he is none-the-less attending a college in the north east, not far from home.

A record of our recent labors in the enlarging of the family home — set down not for instruction, as I have little worth giving, but as testimony to the particular madness inherent in an undertaking of this scope. The work now draws to its close. Let no one mistake this for encouragement to attempt the same.

A family's return to an ageless Rhode Island shoreline, where weathered stones and tidal pools hold memories across generations.