REST ASSURED, I looked it up to be sure, and that's a perfectly good word for "buildings". I miss, more than anything, getting out and about with my camera. When I had the luxury of being a passenger, Mr. Bob frequently expressed surprise at the results of my "drive by shootings" as we drove through neighborhoods at the posted speed limits (or, truth to tell, at a little above). I mention this as a way to defend my use of photos from the archives (29,802 of them to be exact) for these blog entries.
Nowadays, not only is my driving range limited but I go the same places over and over and it takes a miracle to find something photo-worthy when I'm stopped at red lights. So, here from my past, are some buildings I found interesting enough to click the shutter:
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| This was a lovely house that we rented in Cambria for a week, along with our son and his family. Happy days, those were. |
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| Paper sculpture fascinates me. Not enough to learn to do it, but I'm of the opinion that an appreciative audience is important in the arts. |
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| Very Hollywood, which is exactly where I spotted this. |
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| I swear that this Glendale skyscraper is listing and when I drive past it, I do so quickly while holding my breath. |
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| In high rise apartments, I'm always interested in noting who are the gardeners among the tenants. |
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| San Francisco, of course. If you enlarge this (a double click should do the trick) you can see the little Balinese dancer. |
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| A view from the Grand Californian Hotel at Disneyland. I suspect it was a Nanny and her charge. I love the opportunity to wave and have a greeting acknowledged with a return wave. |
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| I can only imagine what could be done with that little space. A few plants, a couple of chairs; perhaps an umbrella? |
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Another Hollywood structure painted in a somewhat gaudy manner. It changes frequently, in the way that Hollywood marriages often do.
I'll end with a story I've told before about the time our eldest was working with me in the bookshop and I'll never forget the wide-eyed expression of embarrassment and horror on his face as he heard me say to a customer that I thought perhaps an appropriate toy for her son might be an erection set. It's a matter of semantics.
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