A small public wall, and a room behind it.

Stohre used to be a handful of pages thrown up while the domain sat half-finished: Arches, the North Rim, a Yamaha in the garage. Those photographs are still here. They are meant to be seen.

What was missing was a second layer — pages that do not belong on the open internet. Trip notes. The rest of the roll. Things for family and a few named people, not for whoever types the address.

The vault is that layer. Sign in with Google, X, or an email and password. Nothing private is shown until the owner approves the account. Approval can be taken away the same way it is given.