Originally posted by slowpez I could walk for hours in my neighborhood and not find anything to photograph. I envy you your neighborhood - especially when it isn't snowing.
Tess and I are refugees from one of those neighbourhoods. Our last house was a designer classic , spilt level, breakfast nook over the living room. But it had a sterile developer neighbourhood where, when you walked the dogs, everyone in the neighbourhood watched, and the living room blinds had to be closed because you could see every corner of the front room form the road.
This house, well, as the guy who did our home inspection said, "nothing in this house is up to code, but nothing is dangerous." But we don't know of another house we'd trade locations with, at any price.