Maybe it’s a “boy” thing….

Or, maybe it’s a “Texas” thing….(it’s pretty common in the South)

But I have a fascination for living surrounded by dead things. Like, a serious fascination.

Not in a serial killer kind of way, more like a Victorian cabinet of curiosities…..

But bigger.

You know, like a wing at the Museum of Natural History.

And who wouldn’t want to live there?

I love the way the animals are worked into the environments here……

This look is not for everyone, that’s certain.

Turtle shells, turkey feathers, segments of blue songbird eggs, snake skins and all the other things that I brought home as a young boy have evolved to more “adult-like” proportions.

Our house is loaded with trophy heads, cow hides, deer antlers, African porcupine quills, mounted fish, bird nests, longhorn horns, and a handful of skulls.

…..and what could be more wholesome?