Inside. (I never promised to shoot only outside, did I?) Morning sun, blinds, and a Chinese blue pheasant feather lei that belonged to my father, in a frame knocked askew by the storm winds. That makes a good story, anyway. More likely one of us knocked it with an elbow while securing the windows. And the glass is dirty. So are the blinds and so is the paneling. Time for some cleanup, but not just yet.