I love my house. I am my house.
My first experience of architecture, a nearly universal case, was that of the house I grew up in. A century old, black & white clapboard farmhouse out- side of Kingston, Ontario was where I called home. Having grown up and left it behind, I find I have developed a certain amount of nostalgia or...
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2011
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| Online Access: | http://hdl.handle.net/10012/6288 |