"RED?! How can you study with everything all red?" My high school years, I remember seeing my Dad's study in our Furugen house. I felt like I would be blinded stepping into that room of red walls, red upholstery, red painted bookcases, red curtains. How could Daddy stand it?
"Actually, the color is too bright for me," Daddy said; "so it keeps my head down and concentrated on what I'm studying."
But I guess he stopped thinking there was a problem with looking at photographs in the study, because he began putting them up--of course, of family, then of missionaries and co-workers.
It spilled over into enlarging, framing, and hanging photographs all over the house, building bulletin boards and reflective panels for them, transforming the home into a photo museum.
Daddy painted over the red bookcases with white paint.