A moment of admiration for Carl Sandburg's home. His poetry, and especially his multi-volumed Lincoln biography, have brought me exactly the sense of awe pictured here.
				The entrance to Connemara. Sandburg would meet you just inside the front door if you were an important visitor. He had a faux office lined with shelves of books. His real office, the place where he worked, was upstairs. He called it "the dizzy corner" as well as "the crazy corner" because he never knew what inspiration would strike when he sat down to write in that room.