These shots show Henry Stuart's place, Tolstoy Park, as it is today.
Well, sort of. In truth Henry's round house sits in the middle of a paved parking lot. I used Photoshop to better imagine what it looked like in 1926 when Henry completed his hut.
Henry walked right along this bank of Fly Creek when he went to Fairhope.
The photographer asked me to take my shoes off for this magazine shot.
I had a local millwork shop build windows for me to match those in vintage photos. Then I installed them.
But first I had to wreck out the rotten window frames. Notice the graffiti I had to clean off the walls.
My work crew included my two sons, John Luke and Dylan and their pals, Dane and Brock Larsen.
The work paid off. I was able to find period furnishings that could have been available to Henry in the 1920s.
With all the remodeling and restoration complete, I had the privilege of revising my novel, The Poet of Tolstoy Park, in the company of Henry Stuart's spirit, sitting there in his round house in Tolstoy Park.
