Continued to plug away and cleaning the studio all day, and I knew that mostly likely the only doors and windows I'd see today would be our own. So I photographed my favorite window, the one over the kitchen sink, when the sun was pouring in. The silver pepper grinder on the right was one of my mother's, bought in Arizona. It has Indian designs on it. It's on the windowsill because a screw fell out, and it needs to be repaired before I can use it.