When I’m on the roof, moving from Crosspoint to Crosspoint, carefully avoiding falling through the open squares, I find myself moving very slowly and very deliberately.

Then, reaching out, balancing with an outstretched leg, driving a screw just so into the boards, reminds me of holding a yoga pose.

It’s really quite enjoyable being up on top of the roof bones. I feel alive and strong. But the next day I am so sore; especially if I push myself with candy fuel to continue on for hours past my initial fatigue.

I finally have all the bones in place, however, and will start to put on the white opaque sheath which will keep the barn dry inside.

I love how the structure looks before the roof is finished. All of the lines in such a rhythmic pattern are very pretty.